[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Amoltamiss]

Panika glared as she saw Cherise wander back towards the blast site under the pretense that she and Ray were already gone. Panika was not about to give her that satisfaction. She looked away from the remains and went over to meet Cherise as well, who didn't seem too very pleased with the situation. Well, neither was Panika. "Hey, missy. Let's see what your sword-wielding butt would have done against some crazy stupid witch holding world-ending power? You should be glad you turned tail to run when you did, because you sure as hell were gonna melt had Ray and I not stopped it. Look. She's the one that took the goddamn cargo you were holding, and she had already invoked power, so the damn thing was lost to start with," Panika hissed, picking up a rock and throwing it to the side.

"Don't pin the blame on us when you were too busy running away saving your own ass. Did you think we were dead? No way, Jose."