"No wonder that you've managed to massacre an entire battalion of inquisitors. You gave them the glimpse of madness, devoid of any hope and righteousness."
"Mitico!" Dorodoro gently clapped her hand one-sidedly against the body of her firearm. "I suppose that I wouldn't be left with the sense of boredom for a while."
"I can't see what's happening," said Roger, as she tried her best to see through the darkness in-between us and the lady with a gun. "Can you see it, Pluto?"
"... Just now, that lady sprayed sixteen projectiles in our direction. Your guardian stopped all of them with a single movement of his finger."
With closed eyes, Dorodor giggled as she elegantly waved her firearm to the dark sky.
"Roger, encircle!"
"But, aren't we supposed to be in the alley!?" Despite the question, she did immediately move her legs regardless of her doubt. Only to find out that it was devoid of the urban infrastructure that formerly sandwiched the alley. "There's nothing?"
