I was descending from 20,000 feet on my way to the middle of the combat zone (a riot. With fifty-foot armored mecha. This universe is having serious issues.) when three things happened.
Primus: The girl bailed out of a perfectly good fighter plane. From the way it kept flying and fighting without her, I assumed she wasn't the pilot.
Secundus: The perfectly serviceable flightsuit she was wearing gave off a flash of light and turned into, of all things, an idol singer's frilly dress.
Tertius: She started to sing, and my magesense went nuts.
This was going to get interesting.
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
Primus: The girl bailed out of a perfectly good fighter plane. From the way it kept flying and fighting without her, I assumed she wasn't the pilot.
Secundus: The perfectly serviceable flightsuit she was wearing gave off a flash of light and turned into, of all things, an idol singer's frilly dress.
Tertius: She started to sing, and my magesense went nuts.
This was going to get interesting.
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.