[Lucca has her own battles to fight. An encroachment of monsters from the rear falters only a second as a small round object bounces between them. Their puzzlement is the last thing that lights up their temporal lobes before it and the rest of their physical composition are scattered by a huge explosion.]
[Lucca unholsters her rifle, ready for the next round.]
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[Lucca unholsters her rifle, ready for the next round.]