The fact she was not a huge fan of yellow in the first place had already meant she was on the edge anytime someone mentioned it's bright color. Then the fact that said costume had slowly grown on her. Which meant. You did not. Diss. The costume.
The rage nearly overcame her, and lightning crackled around her body as if it was trying to get away from her. It did not want to be there. She twirled around the staff before the top orb opened up and a much more deadly spearhead peeked from the top. Time seemed to slow down and swirl around her. She swung her right arm back, and with all the strength she could manage, threw the lightning-cracking staff, spearhead first, right at fishing pole minion's head, hoping it would make contact. But she wasn't really checking to see if it had hit him or not. Oh no. Her anger was all directed at Zetta, you see.
"YOU..." Her voice was loud, angry, breathing in and our in a rather violent manner, carrying a warning. "...DO NOT LAUGH AT THE OUTFIT!" She removed her blaster from its holster and carried another, black gun that didn't fit her obvious yellow-themed weapon arsenal but was a souvenir from her old home. With a slightly inhuman cry and a display of acrobatics, she used the sentai gun's rope mode to attach itself around Beastboy's dinosaur form much like she would have done to climb her giant robot, pulling herself towards him and used the other to shoot things around her as she zoomed past them, tarzan style.
"NO MORE MISS NICE PERKY GOTH!" Oh but she wasn't just about done. Zetta wasn't to test them, and dissing her outfit really got her blood flowing. Suddenly she didn't just want to impress him. Lash wanted to crush him. She hadn't started out as a sentai in the first place, which meant it was time to bring out the big guns (metaphorically). The ace up her sleeve. Commanding Officer Powers. Thankfully unleashing a CO power didn't require a flourish of the hand, just a few words. The outsiders were a group, and she was part of them. That is all she needed.
"Terrain Tactics!" To the naked eye, nothing seemed to have happened. But a surge of energy flew from her into all of the other members, boosting their defenses and attacks. Maybe the overlord would understand just how deadly everyone could be together, if they all suddenly were able to move like super-powered acrobats in tight spaces.
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The fact she was not a huge fan of yellow in the first place had already meant she was on the edge anytime someone mentioned it's bright color. Then the fact that said costume had slowly grown on her. Which meant. You did not. Diss. The costume.
The rage nearly overcame her, and lightning crackled around her body as if it was trying to get away from her. It did not want to be there. She twirled around the staff before the top orb opened up and a much more deadly spearhead peeked from the top. Time seemed to slow down and swirl around her. She swung her right arm back, and with all the strength she could manage, threw the lightning-cracking staff, spearhead first, right at fishing pole minion's head, hoping it would make contact. But she wasn't really checking to see if it had hit him or not. Oh no. Her anger was all directed at Zetta, you see.
"YOU..." Her voice was loud, angry, breathing in and our in a rather violent manner, carrying a warning. "...DO NOT LAUGH AT THE OUTFIT!" She removed her blaster from its holster and carried another, black gun that didn't fit her obvious yellow-themed weapon arsenal but was a souvenir from her old home. With a slightly inhuman cry and a display of acrobatics, she used the sentai gun's rope mode to attach itself around Beastboy's dinosaur form much like she would have done to climb her giant robot, pulling herself towards him and used the other to shoot things around her as she zoomed past them, tarzan style.
"NO MORE MISS NICE PERKY GOTH!" Oh but she wasn't just about done. Zetta wasn't to test them, and dissing her outfit really got her blood flowing. Suddenly she didn't just want to impress him. Lash wanted to crush him. She hadn't started out as a sentai in the first place, which meant it was time to bring out the big guns (metaphorically). The ace up her sleeve. Commanding Officer Powers. Thankfully unleashing a CO power didn't require a flourish of the hand, just a few words. The outsiders were a group, and she was part of them. That is all she needed.
"Terrain Tactics!" To the naked eye, nothing seemed to have happened. But a surge of energy flew from her into all of the other members, boosting their defenses and attacks. Maybe the overlord would understand just how deadly everyone could be together, if they all suddenly were able to move like super-powered acrobats in tight spaces.