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Sitting and eating ice cream, a big smile on her face.

She took over the pirate outpost, and is grinding the corpses in a buzzsaw device.

"Oh wow, you handled them so well!" 'I did. Now keep moving, there's gotta be something around here.'

Snapping the necks of the pirates on this planet. Eventually it just devolves to her pulling their heads off.

Crashing the ship into a random planet with magnetism.

Jumping around her chamber in the derelict ship she's in. Arms out to the side, cheering.

mmm... poing is fucking tired of the bullshit

Breaking off a chunk of a vehicle and tossing it like a frisbee, demolishing a group of Hollow Men.

Mashing up a stupid gearhead.

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"She says they can't just be attacked." The tall girl shakes her head. "Poing and her friends have to do targeted attacks, and stay hidden, or else things will be bad."

She shrugs. "Poing just destroys whoever the Hollow Men put up. They're all bad anyway." The monk subsumes the elements back into her palm.

"Poing destroys whatever she wants." She swirls Fire, Ice, and Lightning between her right hand, whistling. "She burns the politicians that the Hollow Men put up."

She laughs, continuing to walk. "Poing does love destroying things, but she had to be the distraction this time."

"Mhmm..." It was a dirty bomb, too. There's a familiar energy signature in the distance. "She helped. She distracted the Hollow Men while her friends boomed the city."

"Poing says hello." The tall monk puts her hand down. "She was on her way home, too."

Waving at him, the nuked city in the background.