Rosy barrels across the bridge encased in smoke and fire and glittering blue with Crystal's shield, her turrets spitting fury and defiance while the flaring streaks of color that mark Celes arrows leave lines of after image that end in puffs of smoke and steel as her targets explode like fireworks. The mammoth machine rages forth from a scene of war not witnessed since the world fell, like some ancient deity of war striding forth from the depths of her domain! The light-show of lasers and missiles unleashed from the Glitter Boys weapons upon the junkers behind them only reinforce this image as the world behind descends to Hell!<br/><br/>Finally the engine of transport emerged from the apocalypses while the last of the junkers fled back the way they'd come in terror and defeat or burned in private Hells as the Glitter Boys weapons purged them from existence! As the rig slowed and the turrets stopped firing, the last wisps of smoke dissipated, revealing the glitter of magical imbuement and the flash worked steel for all to see as the signs to slow passed by and the heavily guarded customs station grew ever closer ahead, promising both paperwork and safety in a dubious trade.