Ebio's hands had once again cemented themselves to her head, and she was glaring bloody murder at Durjaya.<br/>Once he stopped with the racket, however, her face returned to it's usual stoic position, and she placd her weapons a safe way away from the road.<br/>Ebio cracked her fingers and, with a battle cry, slammed her fist into the road. Cracks appeared, and she tore at those, ripping out the foundation of the road.<br/>Her hands had long since changed to be nigh invincible, when it came to rock and blade. She'd even, by complete chance, blocked a bullet as she'd been moving to swipe at someone. The metal just<span style="font-style: italic">pinged</span>off and she was left with a hand that felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, but an unmakred hand at that.<br/>Once she got to the softer ground under the concrete, she started flipping over slabs of the road.<br/>She took a breather and surveyed her section of the torn road. Here she repeated the process of sowing the sharp stones into the earth. She didn't waste the time to spell a warning out, this time, and watched Durjaya's progress.<br/>She had to admit, no matter how menial the work, and discounting the racket, she rather enjoyed this. She didn't enjoy many things.