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"Time Freeze?" Kujo Jotaro was stunned for a moment.
"Hey!" she pointed at Storm, "Animation is animation, reality is reality; people who can't tell the difference are as low-level as those who can't distinguish between salt and sugar."
"Use a different analogy; I can't tell salt from sugar," said the doll from Turquoise Pool.
Kujo Jotaro was about to say something when Storm's right index finger drew a line in the air, casually stirring up a gust of wind.
A visible line of wind tore through the air, like a sword mark.
Kujo Jotaro stepped aside to dodge.
The line of wind cut through, tearing open a meter-long, finger-wide gash in the solid concrete road.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Storm's fingers slid swiftly, as if playing a fruit-cutting game.
A web of death made up of wind lines approached, sharp as knives.
Kujo Jotaro pulled her hand as if yanked by the night sky and was thrown high into the air.
