"Fear's just a tool." Declaring her to be the 'stuff of nightmares' just because she's calling him on his willing spread of life-destroying substances? Please. How dramatic could you get?
It's difficult to track him, but once she's locked eyes on him and thrown a leg over her Lawmaster, it roars to life and blazes after him, tearing through the desert terrain with ease. She watches the speedometer rise, not even flinching through the storm of exploding trees, and her mind drifts to the more important situation. The children? How would they know if they were headed in the right direction? Maybe if she-
The bike's proximity alarm cuts into her thoughts, and she glances behind her, spotting the problem. It's almost comic, like a rabbit chasing them, but it's coming in far too fast and seems far too huge for her tastes. On this planet, it was probably safe to assume that everything was hostile. America glances forward, wondering if the Easter Bunny had noticed, and then back. Drokk it. If this was a world of imagination, a world of will, then it was hers.
She focuses, slamming down a foot-thick steel wall into the earth in front of the tunneling thing. A split second later, another wall a yard away, and then filling the area between them with a glass case filled with a waxy, white substance. White phosphorus. Once the glass was shattered and it was exposed to oxygen, whatever was chasing them was certain to have a very bad day.
Adding to it, she starts spawning more Lawmasters and Judges, each of them peeling off into another direction to confuse the pursuit, offer as many false positives as possible.
Actually, considering it, why couldn't she just imagine up a map to the children, marking any further traps and opposition she'd come across? Maybe it'd work, or maybe she didn't know enough. Maybe if she just imagined it'd work, but would her own doubts create flaws in the map?
...Then she'd just have to shove aside her own doubts. They had no place in a Judge's mind anyway. That's why she wore tight boots. America glares down at the screen on her Lawmaster, mentally demanding a map, uncomplicated by anyone else's wishes, to appear. Here's hoping it worked.
Come to think of it, why couldn't she just teleport there? Because there might be traps. But if two strong-willed people managed it... She couldn't just let him test it, that would be animal cruelty. She clears her throat, activates her throat mic, and transmits to Bunnymund. "Easter Bunny. We're wasting time playing it their way. We should just focus on the children and create a warp gate right to them. Do it together so we can overwhelm anyone that predicted a tactic and set up countermeasures."
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It's difficult to track him, but once she's locked eyes on him and thrown a leg over her Lawmaster, it roars to life and blazes after him, tearing through the desert terrain with ease. She watches the speedometer rise, not even flinching through the storm of exploding trees, and her mind drifts to the more important situation. The children? How would they know if they were headed in the right direction? Maybe if she-
The bike's proximity alarm cuts into her thoughts, and she glances behind her, spotting the problem. It's almost comic, like a rabbit chasing them, but it's coming in far too fast and seems far too huge for her tastes. On this planet, it was probably safe to assume that everything was hostile. America glances forward, wondering if the Easter Bunny had noticed, and then back. Drokk it. If this was a world of imagination, a world of will, then it was hers.
She focuses, slamming down a foot-thick steel wall into the earth in front of the tunneling thing. A split second later, another wall a yard away, and then filling the area between them with a glass case filled with a waxy, white substance. White phosphorus. Once the glass was shattered and it was exposed to oxygen, whatever was chasing them was certain to have a very bad day.
Adding to it, she starts spawning more Lawmasters and Judges, each of them peeling off into another direction to confuse the pursuit, offer as many false positives as possible.
Actually, considering it, why couldn't she just imagine up a map to the children, marking any further traps and opposition she'd come across? Maybe it'd work, or maybe she didn't know enough. Maybe if she just imagined it'd work, but would her own doubts create flaws in the map?
...Then she'd just have to shove aside her own doubts. They had no place in a Judge's mind anyway. That's why she wore tight boots. America glares down at the screen on her Lawmaster, mentally demanding a map, uncomplicated by anyone else's wishes, to appear. Here's hoping it worked.
Come to think of it, why couldn't she just teleport there? Because there might be traps. But if two strong-willed people managed it... She couldn't just let him test it, that would be animal cruelty. She clears her throat, activates her throat mic, and transmits to Bunnymund. "Easter Bunny. We're wasting time playing it their way. We should just focus on the children and create a warp gate right to them. Do it together so we can overwhelm anyone that predicted a tactic and set up countermeasures."