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Massie was the best speaker in her group

Massie was the best speaker around. Loud, raucous, these girls were murderers. They jumped around. They're in a war now. They don't need inspiring, don't need anyone to bring out their energy - they just need proper direction in their group. Damn, could Massie ever give it to them. She used her powers for evil, not good. Her crooked, toothy, half-smile with her hateful words were a harsh combination. The night sky was thick with smoke, gunpowder, maniacal laughter. Cheers, gunshots - just applause. She fed on it. They'd win. Carnage. Fire. It would all be her doing.