A second metal canister suspended by a tiny parachute drifted lazily a few feet above Azula's head, weaving its way past obstacles and somehow keeping itself afloat without any aid. It looked altogether too heavy to be kept aloft by any sort of light passing breeze, but things in Murderworld tended to hold to their own rules moreso than the rules of physics.

Not more than a second after the canister floated past, a short, half-crazed looking young woman with skin that looked like metal (and, in fact, was metal), burst out from the underbrush right into Azula's path.

Videl gave a cry of surprise, stumbling a few steps back. "You're not--" she started, then halted herself, looking around hurriedly. Quickly, she spotted her quarry, still floating along its way without a care to the predator trying anxiously to capture it. "Crap, it's getting away!"