Dimensional Descent

"Shut up."

Manson steadied herself. Despite the fact she was bare foot, one would have thought with the way she was stumbling around that she was wearing the highest of heels. One could only imagine how hard the liquor she was drinking had to be to put a Fifth Dimensional expert like herself in such a state.

The three men who followed to Manson's back looked at each other and shook their heads. Clearly, Manson had been called up during her leisure time, but when was it ever not her leisure time?

Their special team was basically on call at all hours of the day and were a trump card unit of the Milky Way Guild.

Adrian. A short man that hardly came up to Manson's shoulders. As though his genes didn't give him enough of a terrible set of cards, he was also balding at his crown and couldn't seem to afford a wig that didn't flap with his every moment.

His codename was Shadow Rat.

Ru. An average looking man with two pistols strapped to his waist. One would have thought that he had come right out of an 80's era cowboys' movie. Everything from his boots to his hat fit the bill, even his twin guns had a retro feel to them as they sat in their holsters.

His codename was Double Shot.

Son. He was the tallest of them all, even towering above Manson who was second. He had deep bags under his eyes that made it look like he hadn't shut them for some sleep in his entire lifetime. The discoloration was so jarring that it even appeared that he had suffered two blows to the face.

His codename was

feat of unoriginality, Manson chose the codename Drunken Feet for herself, not that she ever cared to use it. Everyone seemed to know her

moment, though, the bottle of alcohol in her hand suddenly felt to the floor. The glass shattered and the brownish gold liquid flew in all directions, creating a puddle of

worried for her safety, Manson suddenly dropped to the

her bare

right now didn't perturb them in the slightest. Instead, they leaned back

Rat asked,

fat in all the right places."

her chest," Shadow Rat pointed

lot to say for

is beyond his looks!" Shadow

finally get laid without having

and even their spittle bounce across his cheeks, he didn't move a single inch nor say a single word. He was just too tired to and

was just enjoying the nice view, his mind thinking thoughts no one would

Almost there…

abrupt halt. Her nose, which had been in

fours near a burning trench left by the battle between Leonel and the miners. In fact, if one replayed the video and overlaid it with Manson's current location, it was the exact spot Leonel had used his Divine Armor

at all. His mind seemed to be taking several mental pictures

abrupt movement, a subtle flash of pink had been revealed. Clearly

indeed. Usually they're hard by the time she enters her battle state.

was the man who