After this display, Rihanna stands in the remains of the city, pondering her next move. As she looks around, she sees something in the distance. It looks to her as though a lot of figurines and model aircraft coming her way.
"I was wondering what has been taking you so long," she says with her hands on her hips and an inpatient look on her face. "Too bad you all are wasting your time."
At almost the same time that last part crosses her lips, the first wave of planes starts shooting their missiles at her. They hit her in her abdomen, but the explosion has no effect on her. The second group then starts firing their guns at her to much the same effect.
"You mortals think you have everything figured out, don't you?" Rihanna asks sarcastically.
When the planes try to make another pass at her, she finally takes her hands off her hips and swats them out of the sky. She then turns her attention to the firing ground troops. She lifts her foot over a cluster and slams it down on them. She then repeats this method for most of the squad until some start to retreat.
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