[Lightning doesn't waste any time looking back when she hears the rocks fall. Hope is here, he can handle it. She has a bigger target to reach, and thankfully he's big enough to see even with the smoke making her eyes water. The sounds of battle--of Spark still running like a manic hamster to escape further damage, of Lucky and Odin bathing Rex in twin Flamethrowers as Sen and Strike move to dodge the Thunderbolts and back up the Blastbros-- go in one ear and out the other as she pounds the pavement, appearing out of the smoke like some avenging angel or other such cliche from action movies.
The look on her face is anything but angelic, however, and it's more akin to the snarl of an angry mother bear as she lunges, throwing a right hook at Bowser's face with her fist clenched tight and knuckles aiming for his nose. Her posture is steady: even if he somehow dodges this she won't fall and can instead come around for a roundhouse kick. She has no intentions of letting him get away from her today. Not unscathed, at least.]
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The look on her face is anything but angelic, however, and it's more akin to the snarl of an angry mother bear as she lunges, throwing a right hook at Bowser's face with her fist clenched tight and knuckles aiming for his nose. Her posture is steady: even if he somehow dodges this she won't fall and can instead come around for a roundhouse kick. She has no intentions of letting him get away from her today. Not unscathed, at least.]