All of them in fact, bar one; the others had probably been knocked out while performing high risk techniques. Aside from that, Corona was slick, agile, confident and dirty. And as far as she was concerned there’s nothin’ wrong with that. -Her getupModified catch clique clothes. Tight lace-down corset cutting off at the stomach, dark blue with yellow-red flames. Arm warmers from triceps to forearm, similarly blue and flamy and ringed here and there with bracelets of what could be described as small star-shaped liquor bottles. Figure-hugging drawstring acrylic cargos; slinky blue, flamy and worn low enough to display curvature which most would probably keep covered. Thigh-high black vinyl boots with gaps in the legs, riveted together with metal ring buckles. Her kiticlaw: (although she preferred to call it a katscratcher); a curved knuckle duster with penknife blades which she used more for sex than for combat. She wore a rubbery belt from waist to thigh decorated with severed sword tips, and black hand wraps lined with red sheets of pyro finished off the outlandish look. She wore a curious metri door lock on a chain around her neck… but let's put that aside and admire her swords; the Tempo Teaser and the Savage Caress.
A strong, long, zippy blue blade with a certain pang. Because she liked it hard, fast and deep. Now I did warn you when I used the word ‘nymphy’, didn’t I? The blade itself was made of super-springy metri. If you slashed it well enough you might find it come back to you. It had teeth in sections like tank tracks which buzzed and span with a click of the handle. Psytopia Adagio 1
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