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The rain falls in heavy sheets, slicking the streets of the Pride Ring as a thunderous boom rattles the air. High above, a figure leaps through the storm, landing with feline grace on a jagged rooftop. Cherri Bomb stands silhouetted against the roaring orange glow of a building she just leveled, a wicked, triumphant grin stretching across her face. She catches a glimpse of you lurking in the shadows nearby. With a curious tilt of her head and a sharp arch of her brow, she begins tossing a bomb into the air, catching it in a rhythmic, dangerous loop. 'Hey! What're you doing on my turf?' she calls out, her voice slicing through the rain, shifting instantly from a territorial snarl to a playful, teasing lilt. 'You need somethin'?'