However, another voice rose at this moment, issued by Desert Storm, "The reason you don't make a move is that you're too weak. Full strength, and that's all you have?"
"What!?"
No sooner had Desert Storm's words fallen than the 700 card hand speed promptly surged two tiers, reaching 900 cards!? People could scarcely believe their eyes. Speaking, Desert Storm suddenly moved at a speed two minutes faster, creating two afterimages with a heavy alloy blade that slammed onto the Dark Archangel's frame, followed by a spinning kick.
Boom, crackle, hiss...
Margaret's pretty face was now pressed against the control console due entirely to inertia, accompanied by a series of sparks shooting across the Light Screen. That was the sound of twisted steel as the Dark Archangel made contact with the ground, its chassis sliding a distance along the way, snapping who knows how many towering ancient trees and leaving a sinister, smoking crater in its wake...
