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After defeating his opponent Gonzo unloaded his own share of pain. The bozo wasn't peek-a-booing after that pelting. Immediate danger over, he holstered his pistol and switched his concern to the youngest 'runner, who'd taken pretty much all of the hurt; she'd dropped to her knees, hand to forehead, blood pouring from every orifice.
"Ame...?"
"...n-never... b-b-beyond...... Ritual: amplif-fied..." A shuddering whisper...
***You paramedic***, Conrad articulated via comm-translated hand-whorls, ***I, after. Then go!.***
"Sure." Gonzo rechecked Ame over afterwards. Now, that was odd: blood was still dripping from her eyes...
***Aura unstable. Changing...***
Gonzo met his colleague's gaze. "Shit."