Some out of the way and oppressed world. A city wall. We will rock you.

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The siege has worn the people down. Spirits in the city are low and grey despite the food that was recently brought by that pair of unlikely looking saviors. What could you really expect from some sort of giant metal creature, and a little elf thing with a face pierced by curving bits of jewelery that make civilized people shudder to look at them?

Still, the little one has shown remarkable skill in bullying the city guard into shape, and now she and her metal friend have them standing on the wall, her black hair blowing in the wind as she stamps on the metal one's shoulder and claps. Soon the entire city has stopped and is staring in wonder. The beat swells as the guardsmen join in, fearless and proud, throwing a challenge to the beings who've held them locked within these walls for so many years.

And then Mornbein starts to sing, her voice a carrying roar that soon finds echo from the throats of the massive guardsmen all around her.

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Missile launchers are suddenly exploding like firecrackers back behind her, some complete with flying sparks and 'weeeew' sounds. And one of the ship captains panics as he sees her coming. Before she can reach his vessel it abruptly transforms and flies away.

This catches Mornbein's attention, and she pauses in the midst of her mayhem, which the Odrani guardsmen have started joining, to look and listen to the ships.

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby giggles at the firecrackers aren't at all bothering her. She pouts as one runs away* COWARD!!! *she yells out before deciding to play with the rest of the boats. She's aware that perhaps she should stop if they're reacting quite like that. Still Mornbein hasn't shouted at her to knock it off yet*

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What Mornbein is suddenly shouting is a stream of invective so intense that her mun is surprised that it doesn't blister skin.

"Towby! They're #$%$#@$@# Transformers! The %#$##%#$ bastiches got Transformer slaves!"

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby's optics flare* FRAG THAT! NO ONE ENSLAVES MY KIND!!! *that's one peeved off DUKW with forcepowers to boot. Towby isn't interested in playing with the boats over any more now she's more interested in squishing the squishies* DIE *she screeches; her forcepowers littlerally ripping people off their positions and flinging them as far away as she can*

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"Don't kill 'em!" comes the automatic reminder, even as Mornbein throws open a black edged portal to catch the flung organics... which leads to them being thrown very far away indeed. Terrified by the fury of the two girls, Ilfish are throwing down weapons and holding up symbols of surrender all over the field.

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby howls in rage as she's flinging them any way whichever* FINE BUT IF ANY OF THEM SO MUCH AS ANNOY ME I'LL SQUASH 'EM! *Towby growls at those that don't surrender fast enough*

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Soon there's not a single Ilfish left on the battlefield, and some awed Odrani guardsmen are watching as Mornbein curses venomously and rips a war machine to bits with her bare hands, venting the anger that she wasn't able to let loose on the Ilfish slavers.

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby's stalking around the battlefield quite happy to destroy anything she doesn't like; her youth sometimes doesn't work in her favour as she's currently at a loss at what to do*

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Mornbein finally manages to get herself under control and looks up toward her sidekick, one hand lifting to ask her to come over and talk.

[towby.livejournal.com]

*Towby notices and trudges over looking a little more calmer now; but still not really happy* Yes?