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1. No More Warlords Her hair was a bright shade of pink that was seen more on a gnome than a human, and her clothing was some of the most garish Armi had ever seen, but for some reason the young woman always stayed out of sight and so far removed from the mind that half the time she had forgotten she was even there. But she knew how to fight, how to hold her own, and there were instances when the opposition would fall wordlessly to the ground, the only sound escaping their lips as the life fled from their eyes a sigh or a mangled gasp. Then she would be on the next pack of gun-toting goblins and axe-wielding orcs, darting around like a nigh

6. No More Regrets Sure enough, everyone at Halfhill was gawking and whispering and gesturing at the arrival of the interdimensional entourage. There was a girl who looked like a smaller and more feminine version of Lightning who was removing herself from the wreck of a buffet table. There was a young man who was on the ground with his hindquarters sticking up in the air, and a little white creature with a red nose and a strange crystal on its head was checking in on him. Then there was the other girl, appearing childish in a white slip with a band of bird feathers in her hair. She tossed her mane back over her shoulder with a hand and turne