Belle Strom, the Silver Scorpion, maximized her thrusters to take off after Shawnacy and Gramps. Belle was going to enjoy tearing into that little cutie that could fly so good, tearing her guts out, smashing her skull with Belle's massive scorpion tail. Nacy avoided Belle by flitting away from her. She flitted well. She'd obviously practiced a lot at it. Lightning fast, she darted this way, that way, up, down, sideways, in any direction at any time, like a hummingbird. Belle swung her scorpion tail in hopes of striking Nacy at least once, that's all it would take because of the nerve toxin at its tip, but Nacy just kept dodging her, flit, flit, flit.  

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