You’re doing whatever you usually do, when your phone starts to blow up with messages. With annoyance, you take your phone out of your pocket and open it. You pause momentarily, before you read the dozen text messages. A sigh escapes from you. She needed backup.

“There you are, you bitch! I thought you wouldn’t show for a minute there!” Cherri Bomb exaggerates, still throwing explosives at the other sinner she was fighting with. “This guy’s an ass, be careful.” Is all she supplies you with before she runs off into the battlefield.