[As Revy drags herself through the streets, a girl seven feet tall with an athletic build and a red jumpsuit with the insignia of a Chief Petty Officer watches from her side to realize she was a newcomer. She overhears a can of thrash being kicked either by anger or by accident, and she approaches, but with eyes showing a different kind of exhaustion -- more emotional than physical, judging by her build.
Of things of note, there is a massive claymore on her back, and a pistol resting on a holster on her right thigh is not of any known model in Revy's era. Too big to be even wielded by normal humans.]
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Of things of note, there is a massive claymore on her back, and a pistol resting on a holster on her right thigh is not of any known model in Revy's era. Too big to be even wielded by normal humans.]
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