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Across the room, Grandma ran or rather flew with the force of her wrist, whipping another opponent who was thrown towards the other side of the dome while trying to kidnap another fat and naked politician.

Even though the ceilings and walls became pockets of energy and water that seemed to be directed from one side to the other, when they were all thrown around as if carried away by a whirlpool of water, creating typhoons of energy.

Then they were attacked and with blasts of barriers and pockets of water separating them, they knew by playing like typhoons of water, then hitting and throwing them through the portals like balls towards the goal.

This was irritating to say the least, as when they were attacked, they were heading towards the center of the psychic whirlpool, the blows of water bags, being propelled and thrown from one location to another was not in the least fun.