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Zingsing had been watching from the clouds, floating through the air like so many notes sung.
Her voice- her weapon- and her flight- her protection- were what made her sure of success in such a bizarre but brutal battle.
Her mission was to obtain the voiceboxes of ...well, anyone. They were her energy! Just think what a powerful fighter's voicebox might do for Zingsing.
She swooped from the sky to make men mute.
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go cubs!
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