"... t'anks... always wanted to be known as... "de skinny lil' girl" .." Alisa frowned, then turned to her boss, then back to the others. She too was very angry with this man. He hurt her... no one hurts her, anymore. She places her hand on one of the monitors in the fairway, glaring over at the others. "Main control o' dis crap... comin' from... de center o' de fairway... where... he's standin' ?"
Her eyes went wide, seeing a dagger suddenly go flying in the air, aimed for Arcade's head. Part of her wanted to be shocked by such actions, but her own angry blinded her to that.
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