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A Geist was in the flipping sewers waiting. She was hired to check out the Vale sewers and discover what was causing sections of it to collapse suddenly. Little did they know, it was a Geist that had slipped in and was taking cement and piping to build itself, causing the place to collapse from a lack of material. Orma was dashing out of the strikes at her, the methane making fighting in here a unwise decision with all her fire dust. She shot out of a manhole, only to be smacked by a sudden Geist arm jutting through the street into a nearby club that had hired her. She went went through a few tables after hitting the bar full force. She was dazed only for a moment before remembering the danger that was now exposed.
“Call any nearby hunters NOW.” She shouted at the bartender as she shakily stood up, regaining her breath and balance. She could see out the open doors the Geist, now on the street possessing a car to replace parts of its damaged body from bursting through the street. She looked to her side, seeing an armed huntress at the bar, seemingly having enjoyed a drink just before her entrance. “What about you? You got some skill with those guns?” Orma pointed at the two pistols at her sides.










