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Without a word, Earl Grey quickly began to focus on deconstructing herself. In a the span of a couple of seconds, layers of her disintigrated into a cloud of molecules starting with her clothes (leaving her in nothing but her skivvies for a brief moment) before quickly taking her flesh, muscle, and bone.

The cloud of assorted molecules made its way through the back of the truck, drifting over the crates and passengers. It was always a rather alien experience for her entire being being able to feel, see, smell, taste, and hear the people her cloud form passed through.

Reassembling herself on top of the moving truck, she quickly assembled a crude pistol from the parts on her person, and scanned the skies for the Devil.

Spotting the dreaded Bandit, she pounded on the roof, and yelled over the truck's engine to the passengers, "10 O'CLOCK, UP-HIGH, 30 METERS!!!", before steadying her aim.

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After the previous attempts to arrest him, he no longer felt the need for subtlety in his usual raids. He revelled in the challenges presented to him by the various security companies.

First it was regular guards, then an entire squad, then some colourful merc group he barely even remembered (Helly's Villains?), then it was the two Hunters sent after him, and now it was just some kids, and a grey girl with a pea shooter. He almost felt insulted if it they weren't so adorable.

The Crimson Devil could only laugh at the village's recent attempt to guard their delivery as he continued to slowly glide to intercept the convoy.