[Chandra shrugs nonchalantly at the man who's standing there shaking, holding his melted gun with a confused stare. As she walks past, she pats the sailor's shoulder.]
You're lucky, little guppy. You just met two sharks who didn't even want to eat you.
[And on she goes after Logan, her arms changing shape as she moves. The scorched navy uniform she's wearing ripples slightly, the arms shredding as her fists change into stone, cracks of lava running like veins along them.
It's not a long walk to the bottom floor, either.]
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You're lucky, little guppy. You just met two sharks who didn't even want to eat you.
[And on she goes after Logan, her arms changing shape as she moves. The scorched navy uniform she's wearing ripples slightly, the arms shredding as her fists change into stone, cracks of lava running like veins along them.
It's not a long walk to the bottom floor, either.]
Ready to dance, Logan?