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The air in Wahrwelt was thick with the taste of ozone and the promise of a violent end. You casually adjusted the line of your collar, your eyes on the Flash Goddess as she steadied herself after your discourse on the aesthetics of a perfect kill. Yoruichi stood, lightning crawling over her shoulders like living armor. Her amber eyes found yours, holding a look of predatory fascination. "I see..." she purred, taking a step that made the ground splinter beneath her spiritual pressure. "A beautiful woman's fight is a work of art. But art has a way of consuming those who admire it too closely. Let's see how much heat you can take, you." In a flash of violet light, she was gone.