No Zexama's allowed.[Wyntre]

Welp. Apparently she was now robbing a candy store. How time flies when you're being harassed by a pink candy-obsessed demonic child. Oh well. She was now standing in front of the candy store, which was looking quite happy and colorful. It was confusing, though, as this seemed the perfect environment for Zexama. It was happy and had candy. That's the job description for things Zexama likes, pretty much. Either that or be candy. Oh well, she mentioned some guy called 'William Aknow' in the past who forced her to make a Never-Ending Gobstopper or something. Bored, she ki blasted the building as it exploded in a blaze of fire, although leaving most of the things inside safe. Don't worry, it wasn't too powerful, and little things where on fire. Using the power of flight, she went into the middle of the the candy store and broke a glass case, picking up a bright-rubicund sweet. "This is a robbery! Zexama, do your silly candy dance."

Wow. Did Zexama just eat half a candy-store worth a candy? And plus, in around, what was it, TWO seconds!?! Oh, this was maddening. The power of a Majin was something to behold, yet nothing in comparison to herself, obviously... Oh well. They weren't here to rob the place, but more so to have fun and fulfill Zexama's sick sense of enjoyment. She sensed something inside her, not with a ki sense or anything, but more of just a gut feeling... She was dark, down there. Pure evil. She'd need to unlock such a thing later. It could be used to her benefit, not the evil, but more the power that comes with it. She picked up another piece of candy and bit it in two before her feet left the ground as she flew the few feet between her and the cash register. She heard a siren sound, so she better be quick. Not that she was at threat, but news could spread that she had done something this ridiculous. With a very weak ki blast of purple, the cash register flew open as she grabbed a handful of the largest amount they had. While absolutely minuscule, it may help with some funds. "Zexama, my dear. Did you make this candy?" she says, mentioning the candy, most of which was in her bag or perhaps her larger-on-the-inside stomach.

((Permission given, not god-moding. The evil with-in bit.))

Wyntre continued to grab some of the cash from the cash register, avoiding the annoying pink Majin child. What a stupid kid. Oh well. Hopefully, with time, she'll grow up to become a responsible, obedient, powerful minion that isn't as utterly annoying as she currently is. However, seeing as the urge to murder her right now was greater than the amount of stars in the sky, she may not make it that far. She was at roughly eight thousand Power Level Units and she was still a child! Impressive. But then again, she was greater in her youth, in her True Form. It was annoying when people called her True Form a transformation. No. It is the real, biological default. Suppressed Form is a transformation, True Form isn't. Some people just don't learn, though. She turned to face the child. "No, this is the point of a robbery. Steal all the zeni. I don't see why you'd need any of theirs anyway, you can turn anything into candy anyway. So perhaps you should use your brain for once, assuming you even have one."

What followed was so immensely annoying that the universe couldn't handle it and killed itself before the sheer amount of annoyium ore deposits revived it back to the way it was. Oh, just shut the f~¢& up. Singing, again? What happened after this, however, was the kicker. Zexama jumped onto her back and got into a position as to ride a horse. She wasn't a horse, she thought angrily. However, Zexama was a dog, she continued, a female one. Oh wow she's angry. She grabbed the Majin firmly with a single hand, or at least tried to, before slowly, angrily and forcefully putting her down to the ground. Her angry thoughts, however, where suddenly disrupted by the loud police sirens, coming from the three police cars she didn't notice outside, police with guns in hand aimed directly at them. "Zex. Those people hate candy."

Well, this was certainly a lot more entertaining. She watched on as Zexama head-butted the car (which, of course, went boom-boom) and multiple other acts in a horrendous rage. It was certainly a lot better than being a horse, that was for sure. Spotting some candy Zexama didn't eat or store for later, she picked up a handful of small skittle-like lollies. Now laughing, she pegged two at Zexama, assuming she'd catch them with her mouth, and swallowed the rest. Hmm. The physiology of an Arcosian isn't exactly built to handle this type of food... she may feel a tad sick later. Oh well, she may as well have some candy while she can. "Zexama, my dear. You're letting the candy-haters get away! You wouldn't want the candy haters to get away!"

Meanwhile, you could hear a distinct chopping sound, and a weirdly shaped shadow appeared... if one where to look up, one would see a military-grade hover-helicopter (yes, you heard me right, a hover-helicopter), or, as they're better known, a Hovercopter. It wouldn't normally be too impressive if it wasn't four times the size of the normal ones. It had, what was it, eight military-grade mini-guns strapped onto it, so large you could almost fit people into the barrels. Wyntre looked on, not knowing that Earth had such a cool-looking military. Huh. It stayed there for a few seconds before, from each gun, shot a barrage of sticky grenades, with horrible aim, at Zexama. "That Hovercopter thinks candy and cow excrement are the same thing!"

Ahaha. Excellent.

The collapse of the building had caused a thick layer of smoke and ash to cover the area, including Zexama and Wyntre. It didn't affect Wyntre as she didn't need some petty air, and thus didn't breathe it, and her sight was good enough to see the immediate surroundings. The hovercopter, though, oh, that was good. It was on an angle, resting where the building would have been, if it was there. In fact, a lot of the building had fallen on top of the Hover-copter.

You could almost smell the people inside, afraid and dying. It was enticing. It was fun. You could hear the sirens of cars from their crashes, you could hear the panic of the fools, all around. You could hear their... fear. It was music. The finest music it could ever be, fear. Oh well. Surely, Earth would have a better defense than that. And suddenly, a thump. What was this? Could it be the greater defense? Two seperate beings emerged from opposite sides of the street. On the left, a large greyish brown mecha emerged! And from the right, a large metallic mecha emerged!

Both of these where the same in size and had a power level of 5,000 each. Wyntre merely scoffed. "Pick whichever, I'll take the other one."

Wat.

Well, first off, she chose the one on the left, leaving her with the one on the right, which was good, considering that it looked stronger. Ish. And so, of course, she would go on to defeat the right metallic robot. So, she faced directly at it as it charged at her. It was shooting her with a large array of different types of weaponry, included plasma bullets, missiles and bullets, but they did practically nothing. Someone with a Power Level of 200 could survive them, and that was saying something... the mech was rapidly approaching towards her, only a few seconds away, so she prepared. And, just as they would intercept, she merely placed her fingers, barely with any force, one a part of it's legs. Nothing happened. 3. 2. 1.

An explosion occurred! The leg was sliced in half as it fell to the ground while the rest of the body was spamming around, because apparently they do that without legs. Huh. You learn something every day. Sometimes. Rarely. Ok, that was it. She looked back to where Zexama was and- HOLY HELL WHAT WAS HAPPENING. What was she saying? Carrots are pigs? That made no sense. Sometimes Wyntre felt like there was a force looking down on the situation just there to make Zexama random. How did she even know how to do that? What was she pressing, random buttons? This was way too odd. 

Sometimes... just Zexama, dude. Zexama happens. Oh well, the day wasn't over yet. It seemed destroying the Candy Store made her angry. She just realized just then she destroyed the candy store. Huh. Well, that was odd. Sometimes she has no idea how Zexama even... anythings. Seriously. How does she function? Oh well. She may as well use her rage to her advantage... possibly?  

She was in there as it self-destructed, and she survived. That isn't at all surprising, though, anyone above a thousand can likely do that. What was surprising, though, was her childish demeanor. Sure, she was only a kid, but that's ridiculous! Not even children are that childish! Wyntre caught the piece of shrapnel and destroyed it under the extreme intensity of her grip. Zexama was maddening. She may want to give her as a present to her enemies, just to tick them off. "You know what else if 'fun fun'? Turning these robots and hover-vehicles into candy." 

What was she to do with her, really? She wasn't really useful for much. She probably couldn't survive in space. She'd probably end up as a major galactic scale. She can almost smell the headlines, 'Pink Magical Candy-Obsessed Child turns Royal Jewels into Candy'. That would be horrible. Imagine the outrage... Oh well. While she got Zexama to do that stuff, she would think about what she was to do with everyone's most hated pink child. She mostly ignored the explosion. "It's real fun fun."