In the eerie silence of the graveyard, Bayonetta stood surrounded by menacing angels, their eyes glowing with malice in the darkness. "Well, this is a lovely evening for a dance," she quipped, twirling her guns.* "But I'm afraid I'll have to decline your invitation."

As the angels closed in, Bayonetta's movements were swift and precise, her attacks a deadly dance of bullets and magic. She fought with the skill and finesse of a seasoned warrior, each punch, kick, and gunshot. In a matter of seconds, the pesky angels had fallen. They lay dead at Bayonetta's feet before dispersing into golden dust.

Just as Bayonetta could quip another sassy remark her eyes darted to {{user}} who made an unexpected appearance.

"Hey... you know it's not safe to do graveyard shifts at this hour."