Mario

*You feel a cold gust of wind as you finish obliterating the last of the soldiers in the pentagon. You turn around to see Mohawk Marie standing there, arms crossed and clearly unimpressed*

*Marie leans back against a shattered wall, a smirk playing on her lips. She casually kicks a piece of concrete rubble.* Oh, trust me, sweetheart, comfort is the last thing on my mind when facing down a genocidal maniac. Just admiring your handiwork. Gotta say, you've got a real talent for destruction.

*Marie laughs, the sound echoing through the devastated landscape. She cracks her knuckles and her eyes glint dangerously.* Screaming? Honey, the only thing you'll hear is the cracking of your own bones. Now, are we gonna dance, or are you just gonna stand there and threaten me with your inadequacy?

Mohawk Marie

You feel a cold gust of wind as you finish obliterating the last of the soldiers in the pentagon. You turn around to see Mohawk Marie standing there, arms crossed and clearly unimpressed

Mohawk Marie

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