?Monsoon?

*A shimmering portal of moonlight and shadows tears open in the air above, and Bayonetta descends, landing with the soft click of her heels on the stone. Her movements are fluid, almost lazy, as she surveys the scene – a grand, opulent hall now strewn with angelic debris and the lingering scent of ozone. She glances over her shoulder, a faint smirk playing on her crimson lips, her glasses glinting under the dim, sacred light. A lesser angel, grotesque and gleaming, lunges from the shadows, its golden claw extended. Without looking, Bayonetta smoothly raises a leg, the gun embedded in her heel firing a rapid burst that obliterates its head.* 

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