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The deepest gorge of hell resonated with hordes of bullets hammering the walls; their colours replacing the never existing falling stars underground as they flew through the open air.
Yachie panted as she flung her arm forward throwing out another round of bullets. Her lithe body bent, one hand pressed to her side trying to suppress the pain, while she floated in the air. She managed to get in her turn. She could catch her breath. Not for long, unfortunetly.
A missile of jet black feathers steered through the luminescent green bullets, seemingly dancing through their geometric patterns, mocking Yachie's attempt at a counter attack. "Well fuck me sideways, I didn't know you wanted to see me so bad to show up on this side of town like that. I mean, it's only been a week since we went to that fair and you're already here, starting shit on Keiga family turf," Saki laughed. She slowed down to talk and flaunted more, flying among the remains of Yachie's bullets at a leisurely pace.
Meanwhile, Yachie calculated her move. Continuing this fight would be foolish, the wolf spirits greatly outnumber the otters here; not to mention, Kurokoma is here too. Pulling back now would minimise losses. Yes, that is best. The Jidiao released one final spell card, that should keep them occupied, she reasoned, and took off behind the spiral off bullets in retreat, the otter spirits tailing behind their commander.
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With the enemy outdistanced, Yachie came to a halt near the edge of Keiga territory. She instructed to one of her higher ranking otters to continue the withdrawal without her, which of course was obeyed without any disagreements, with a characteric "at once, Miss Kicchou." Yachie waited for a few seconds before hovering just below ground level and a few more seconds before lowering herself fully onto her feet, flicking her tail in impatience. Where the hell was Kurokoma?