[There is a resounding craaaack and, coupled with the cool rush of air against his cheek, Lunatic knows what it means. It's happened only once before, fragments of his mask falling away like so many shattered pieces of glass. Is it due to some flaw in the design? Or simply in his own handiwork? Or, more frightening, perhaps...is it because of some flaw in his idea of justice, one that is vulnerable when pitted against the unwavering wills of other people?
No...that's just silly.
But it makes one thing abundantly clear to him. In that moment, regardless of how careless or dangerous it is, Lunatic pulls from his arm Annie's cable—one second it is deeply embedded in his flesh, and the next it isn't. Blood spatters the ground and Lunatic staggers back. He needs to get out of here...and fast.]
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No...that's just silly.
But it makes one thing abundantly clear to him. In that moment, regardless of how careless or dangerous it is, Lunatic pulls from his arm Annie's cable—one second it is deeply embedded in his flesh, and the next it isn't. Blood spatters the ground and Lunatic staggers back. He needs to get out of here...and fast.]