Back and badder than ever.
Her hands struck each other in a clap and forty feet away another old, mud brick building that should have stood for a good fifty or more years crumbled, accompianied by the screams of children. Arclight laughed, rolling her shoulders and neck to pop the joints and give a stretch. It felt good to be alive again. And what better way to celebrate than a lot of death and destruction?
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