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fic ;; Hell Hath No Fury Like An Angry Girlfriend
"Wow. Remind me to never send Jimmy to a jail cell anytime soon." Libby, Sheen, and Carl watched in quiet incredibility as their very own Cindy Vortex threw enemy after enemy after enemy over the arched wall behind them. At ten bad guys knocked unconscious, Cindy wasn't even breaking a sweat. She still looked like she could continue flinging obstacles until dusk--and that was judgement by her incredibly spiteful, angry, and malevolent expression alone.
Cindy smacked back a charged fist of one attacker and kicked him with the force and fury of a woman scorned (though in expression only). The wave of enemy guards started to lag, and she took this chance to offer her opponents a way out. "First moron who tells me where Dr. Dorkiac is holding my boyfriend gets less of a beating than the rest! Any takers?"
The wave started to speed up and Cindy sighed, before charging the enemy, and starting another domino effect of beatings.
"Remember, you brought this on yourselves by associating yourself with the freak who made an enemy out of Cindy Vortex!"
Cindy smacked back a charged fist of one attacker and kicked him with the force and fury of a woman scorned (though in expression only). The wave of enemy guards started to lag, and she took this chance to offer her opponents a way out. "First moron who tells me where Dr. Dorkiac is holding my boyfriend gets less of a beating than the rest! Any takers?"
The wave started to speed up and Cindy sighed, before charging the enemy, and starting another domino effect of beatings.
"Remember, you brought this on yourselves by associating yourself with the freak who made an enemy out of Cindy Vortex!"