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[VISUAL]: Slow-motion panning shot in a destroyed, smoky warehouse. Furniture is smashed, and debris is scattered everywhere. Nfj1nx stands in the center of the chaos, breathing heavily, wiping a streak of dust and blood from her cheek with the back of a gloved hand. She wears tactical cargo pants, a armored vest over a ripped tank top, and elbow pads. She is holding a large, heavy pipe wrench loosely in one hand, letting it drag slightly on the concrete floor with sparks. The only light comes from emergency strobe lights pulsing red and blue. She looks up slowly, eyes fierce. [SPEECH]: "Anyone else want to try? Didn't think so."