Cimmerian had also seen senshi fight who had objectively cooler powers. When Corvus pointed it out, she nodded along with her. "Well, this bow would be a lot more useful if it was magical AK-47." A bloody hand reached up to pull an arrow from the quiver at her back. She flicked the tip of a blunt arrow. "Or, you know, if my arrows were at least arrows. I basically fight with a Nerf gun." An agitated sigh pushed past her lips as she took the hand of the senshi to get to her feet.

Bloodied, bruised -- definitely not appropriate for work. It was a shame Cimmerian did not believe in calling in sick. Not ever.

"Thanks to you too. I'm sure falling on my a** repeatedly was exceptionally helpful, but..." Her eyes strayed to a clock hanging from a lamppost nearby. "Mother ********," she swore. "Hate to injure the s**t out of myself and run, but I'm late for work. Stay classy, am I right?"

Cimmerian attempted a sort of fist bump/high five with Corvus and then immediately sprinted off in the opposite direction without so much as a goodbye.