Dizziness...

Celly stopped and leaned back against a wall. She pressed a hand to her forehead as her vision rocked and tilted. "Shimatta..." she muttered to herself. "I haven't been in this body for long enough... the Reality Rip took a lot outta me..." Celly decided to rest and slide down the wall, sitting crosslegged at its base. She watched as the tourists eagerly clamored like children, unaware of the war that was about to erupt amongst them. Celly scoffed to herself as she watched them.

Ignorant fools. They know nothing. They are nothing. Only tools to choose, use and discard. Now where can those two be? Celly looked around her, taking in her surroundings. She could not see the Guardians anywhere, they were presumably lost in the crowd as well. Not like they can do anything, she thought. This is a fight between Otaku. They cannot interfere. I need to find a way to bring Hotohori no Otaku and her little friend out to me! Not chase them around!

Celly's eyes widened as she spied something she could use to her advantage. She stood up, rested enough for this feat. She shoved her way through the crowd, unheeding of the people's objections. Raising her hands, she sighted and smirked.

"Well, if I can't find them, I'll give them cause to seek out me."

The blast of energy ripped away from her hands, colliding beautifully with its target. The explosion was tremendous and the damage, even more so. People screamed in terror at the unexpected sight. They ran and stampeded, trying to flee the area.

Celly blew the smoke from her hands away and began to laugh maniacally as the ravaged pieces of the Matterhorn rained down on the terrorized crowd.

TBC...