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</div></td><td>Fiona steps behind Drachen as she snaps,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)"> "Leave me out of your dreams Kintaro....you already have enough lawsuits Golden Prick!</span>" Her ai Frank spun around in a chibi looking cgi figure on her wrist screen, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Well the exact number is .."</span> "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">I DO NOT CARE!</span>" She would focus as she turned some of the tech on her belt making it transform into a gun type weapon. She would look over at the guy swinging his sword at Golden boy as she shot off several things from what use to be in her purse. Lipstick, some coins, and bottle caps launch out of the gun towards the crazy sword man's head.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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