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- She lightly touched the corkscrew in her right shoulder—the first attack she’d taken—
- with a finger. The sharp, thick, spiraling piece of metal would probably tear her muscles
- further if she tried to pull it out normally. Fortunately for her...
- “My goodness...This ability sure is good to have at times like these.”
- She teleported it. The corkscrew in her shoulder vanished and reappeared in front of her.
- With nothing left to support it, it fell straight to the floor and made a clear ring.
- Blood came from her shoulder. She’d uncorked her shoulder, letting the blood flow out.
- She hadn’t taken the metal darts and such out of her wounds yet because she hadn’t
- been prepared to immediately stop the bleeding until now.
- She groaned as her world swayed, then shook her head to force it back into focus.
- Looking at the bloody corkscrew on the floor, she clicked her tongue.
- (A majolica porcelain grip on a Sheffield opener...No thought to where it was produced,
- its history, any traditions, any ideals—a stateless corkscrew. What an upstart I ran into.)
- As she began teleporting the metal darts in her sides and legs in the same manner, she
- took out her cell phone with her empty hand and punched in Uiharu Kazari’s number.
- - Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 8, Chapter 3 Part 1
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