GRAND TWEET V: it's over!

Telekinesis shmelikinesis. No time for thoughts, only almost time for a good shovel smackdown.

"I will admit one complement - you have managed to injure yourself more times in such a close space than I would have thought possible."

Suddenly, her instincts spiked. She threw it in a random direction, far away from her.

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Vera backpedals from the anthro who threw the grenade.

"Probably. They're not usually really good at hitting Hammerheads. Then again, usually we can shoot back. Hint hint." The seat nudges him.

A vague orb slams into Catarath's shovel and bounces into the distance, sending the gravedigger wildly off course.

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A knife, a shovel, a grenade, and shots from a plane all converge on a single frustrated brain.

It does not survive.

"Fine, fine, you're the bo-" The last word seems to go on for an eternity, just to make sure that there was no way to miss the sarcasm

"Great work, guyth," lisps the Pithy.

Then, everyone was in a factory - it makes vests and mints.

"...oss," the voice finished after what seemed like sixty five minutes. The number below the red button was now '846.' "Say look -"

Vera launches a kinetic pulse at the anthro.

The location dissolved in front of her eyes, and she knew this was no ordinary battle to the death.

"What is going on here?!"

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"Little white rings! Perfect target practice! I mean, not like you need it - you already showed us that you can hit 'em right in the brain!"

She coolly dodged the kinetic pulse again. Those things were pretty slow.

"Look, I'll level with you. I'm not sure what all this is."

Catarath lands near the factory's combined production, wonders why it doesn't reflect the Glorious Word Of Bahamut.

"Tell ya what, Jimmy-Jim. I'll let you out if you give me just one good strafin' run! I'll even let you pick who we dive bomb!"

Vera runs from the anthro to the nearest wall, and starts to scale it. Vera only stops when she reaches the pipes strapped to the ceiling.

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Music begins to play from the massive overhead speakers in the factory's far-off roof. "Rising up, back on the streets"

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Reginald moved straight up with his passenger, slowing as they neared the ceiling. "Sure we can go slow - but free fall's a cold customer."

"Groannnnn. Okay, whatever this is, I gotta keep fighting. Not like there's much else I can do in a... vest/mint factory."