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After watching Mekara disappear into a storm of debris, you reached behind your back to grab your portal projector, placed just above your vibranium dagger.
<span class="mu-r">“Hold this for me?”</span> you said, handing the device to Ana, who carefully accepted it.
<span class="mu-g">“What are you going to do?”</span> she asked.
<span class="mu-r">“I need to get something real quick. Just point it at that wall, flip that switch, and hold it steady until I get back.”</span> you explained.
Ana did as you said, and a red, swirling portal formed on the area you’d pointed at. This wasn’t her first time seeing it happen, but it <span class="mu-i">was</span> her first time handling the equipment.
<span class="mu-r">“Thanks. I’ll only be a minute.”</span> you promised, disappearing into the portal, and reappearing in the purple and amber pocket dimension where you’d left the spoils of your last heist. It felt like forever ago.
Your eyes raced back and forth, searching your stash for the cache of alien weapons you stole from Rolo. And thanks to you having the foresight to properly organize your loot during your time in Vegas, it didn’t take you long to find the guns.
<span class="mu-r">“There you are…”</span>
You bundled everything up in a web-sack, slung them over your shoulder, and raced back out the way you came. As always, the transitional process of crossing between dimensional spaces left you feeling all tingly, but you were otherwise unphased.
When you dropped the guns on the ground in front of her, Ana’s eyes dropped along with them.
<span class="mu-g">“Are those…?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Yup. Figured we'd need them sooner or later.”</span> you confirmed with a nod, placing your now empty hands on your hips. <span class="mu-r">“And lucky for us, they're not that hard to use.”</span>
You knelt down to pick up a rifle with a spiraling helix shaped barrel.
<span class="mu-r">“Here. Let me show you.”</span>
Ana had already shut off the projector, and was listening intently. You weren’t an expert on alien guns or anything, but you had least figured out the basics after trying them out.
You just had to hope that these things would be powerful enough to deal some damage to that overgrown iguana over there.
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A few minutes later, you were back in action, although somewhat weighed down by the veritable arsenal of alien weaponry strapped to your body. If the buildings here were taller, you’d be able to cover greater distances with each swing, but at least this way you could get a good web-swinging rhythm going. Empty streets meant no traffic, and no traffic meant that you could fly through this crumbling city without losing much momentum.
Sure, you would have to dodge the occasional sand blast or flying boulder, but that was a walk in the park compared to what Mekara was doing. The giant robot lady, and honor guard for the Kaiju King, was dodging and weaving between collapsing buildings, taking pot shots with her wrist cannons where she could, and firing missiles when she thought she could get away with it.
