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- “Whore!” one of the others shouted. “Yellow, get the fuck away!”
- The yellow parahuman disappeared. Contessa hit the hill. She rolled, and in the doing, she managed to grab a stick.
- Weld grabbed at the shouting deviant’s arm, but it was too late to convince him to stop. He opened his mouth and a flood of magma cascaded down the hill, an impossible amount.
- She rolled and came to a stop. She pushed herself up off the ground with her hands, moving too slowly to get out of the way of the onrushing magma, or the plumes of smoke.
- But the moment the smoke had risen high enough, she kicked a rock to get herself moving and threw the branch. She moved until she couldn’t feel the oppressive heat.
- The branch burned quickly, but it, coupled with the rock, made for a well positioned image of a head and a burning hand, when glimpsed through the smoke.
- She kept moving until she was at the base of the hill, off to their right.
- Wildbow, Worm, 29.x
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