Shining, polished golden coins with the faces of various monarchs were held together like plates of scales, forming a golden wall that hovered in the air. The only thing that marred this perfect wall, was the small spattering of blood from Belladonna's broken knuckles, and the indentation where she had punched that soft metal.
Planting her feet against the wall, Belladonna sprung backwards, flipping in the air before running through the air around the Boss with a frown on her face.
But before she could make another move, the golden wall disassembled itself, turning into a tide of golden coins that surged towards her and slammed into her chest like a freight train.
