[The fear gets banished to the same place it always does for Mami: the back of her mind, to come out in shakes and sobs when she's alone. The deaths of the people... her eyes widen, and she's terrified and enraged, but she forces it down. She looks at Kyurem angrily, floating off the ground. Orbs of crackling static float in front of her.]
[She throws a hand out in front of her. Shadowy cannons form; a dozen of them in total, all floating behind her, appearing like tears in reality itself. Mami's voice is cold, somehow, when she shouts:]
Tiro Cannonade!
[Each cannon fires, raining down fire, fury, and darkness towards Kyurem. Gertrud the Cradily, which has used Stockipile twice, arches her neck back -- and then Spits Up a gout of vile, caustic fluid for Kyurem.]
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[She throws a hand out in front of her. Shadowy cannons form; a dozen of them in total, all floating behind her, appearing like tears in reality itself. Mami's voice is cold, somehow, when she shouts:]
Tiro Cannonade!
[Each cannon fires, raining down fire, fury, and darkness towards Kyurem. Gertrud the Cradily, which has used Stockipile twice, arches her neck back -- and then Spits Up a gout of vile, caustic fluid for Kyurem.]