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Im sure someone will stop it lol but i couldnt not do it. I got the idea and loved it so
Her words were blunt but those around her knew it to be true. Survivors every one of them, within the mutant slums was a variety of those who'd seen the worst of Gothic. And all eyes were on her, they knew her she was thought dead. When Envy marched for mutant kind Azrael was beside him, and once they had reached the capital she tried to reduce Washington to cinders. To end the states as an act of liberation of her people, it failed however. It haunted her and it haunted many of them, subjugated and abused they wanted her to succeed. Seeing that explosion fail was discouraging and although their was an excited hope in their eyes most the abandoned hung there head sad it'd come to this, they knew what the radioactive reaper was about to say. Softening the dread though was the fact humans were in the crowd as well. This wasn't a race thing any more, with things like new gods such division shouldn't matter. But Venezuela had taught a valuable lesson.
Some returned cause they had nowhere else to go, some were never extracted. Whatever the reason for staying those abandoned by society and government could look to her. "It doesn't matter what is done for Gothic, the commissioners the governors they cant make it great again. The police just another gang to buy off. Doctors they'd rather sell your organs then fix your wounds. Prisons understaffed and just as bad as the cops they are useless. Gothic is a cancer. I believe the only cure is to end it." None of them wanted this, this was there home and Azra understood this. "Venezuela now the great nation of the Shogunate, it was built on ashes. Corporate wars reduced it to ash, a tragedy. But look how far it has come built on that horror. History has shown us how destruction is an ideal solution. You don't have to fight, we'll try and keep you safe. Just know that we fight for something better." Some were sick, young, old, unwilling and that was fine. These refugees would be protected as the rest fought knowing the angel of death would deliver them to the Shogunate when this was done.
Her hand rested on the shoulder of a young man. A mutant with the ability to pinpoint mutant locations, to track the x gene and through a psychic link Azrael tapped into that. Looking to shield everyone before her and every mutant left in the abandoned city from what was to come. If it could be helped they wouldn't kill their own. This night was for the beggars, the down trotted spit on rejects of society. Gothic City was holding the world back from progress. The refugee like camps and poor filled alley ways a sign of an age that should end. Segregation shouldn't exist anymore. Corporate machines crushing the spines of commoners shouldn't be the way. Gothic was stubborn though not yielding to any of the raids and assaults that had come. Intervention couldn't come through an army or a band of ninjas. They had seen it, the city still stood despite all of that. So the thermonuclear tempest was coming for the crown to bring those walls down and lay a disease to rest with her explosive idea of a cure.
Fists to the air, behind the blazing redhead was a sea of weapons and fists. They weren't many in number and their weapons not to impressive. Conviction though carried out a loud battle cry turning a few nobodies into a legion threatening to rival the spartans. And then while her ragtag faction was safe from the coming bombardment safety of most anyone and anything else escaped the radioactive reaper's mind. The city, she hated it, they hated it so they said let it burn. Plans in action they didn't know of, and ultimately they saw them as futile. Solution was singular and so in a glow white hot with an edge of tangerine and jade flame the pryer Xenon Elite sought to deliver death on a scale history didn't want repeated.
An explosive force enough to eradicate everything in a five mile radius, an explosive force that was equivalent to almost fifteen thousand tons of T&T. It was an act to incinerate everything in that radius exception only to the faction of beggars behind her and mutants in the area. Be it the heat that was a blaze of a terrifying degrees, the radioactive wash of energy that looked to poison the region it didn't matter. Air pressure so much in scale it could blow apart structures on its own, the magnitude of what she was trying to do was awful. Azrael knew she was trying to relive one of the worst bombings in history, that despite evacuation she would be responsible for a horrible body count and scale of attack. She might never even be allowed to return to her home of the Shogunate for what shed tried to do. However inspired by people like Amaranthe, Ivana, Xenon, the Supreme Chancellor Envy and others the radioactive reaper truly believed it was worth it. That delivering the abandoned from this hell to such a glorious place was worth it. If she could save even one of the beggars, one of those homeless, one single human or mutant betrayed by the world. Then being at the heart of ground zero was worth it, regardless of who might try and possibly succeed in taking her life.
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