( — and the next shots in their direction are deflected by the newly materialized chains whirling around the both of them protectively as moons around a planet, and from the boy in her arms drips a darkly powerful aura, and b. rabbit is controlled this time. he's not lost to the calls of destruction ringing in his ears now but they are loud after days upon days of forced into helplessness by this technology of the ue's; and the chains that lash behind them to stop their pursuit and turn it all to dust. it's not subtle, and it's not meant to be, because look at what you've wrought for yourself, united earth.
he really is in control, because if he weren't there'd be more than just a warning in their wake. )
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he really is in control, because if he weren't there'd be more than just a warning in their wake. )