"Jesus.." Words uttered out of the lips of the electric executioner, a shattering sound followed as her awe caused a drop of a beer bottle. Taylor had taken a small trip to the venezulan ruins, after hearing the stories of the now destroyed, to see a first hand view of the place. What the blond huntress saw was worse then the darkest corner of her upbeat imagination, smouldering ruins, the disfigured packed into slums and kept caged in with massive walls, these were the things she saw when she teleported to the top of a destoryed building to get a good view. Nonetheless, a massive feeling of sadness bled through her at that moment, causing a sigh followed by a reach to her flask that was buried in thr back pocket of her cut off jeans. "This is going to be one hell of a visit..."
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