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such violence had she never before seen, even in a place as chaotic as the Nightwalkers. blood lay thick in the air, heady and metallic, the tear of flash audible amidst the snarls and the growls of the two entwined. heart pounded against the walls of her chest, unable to make sense of the suddenness of it all, and yet unable to tear gaze away from the spectacle. 

they moved, or rather, were driven by the force of her guardian. she followed at a distance, a heavy weight in her chest that was all parts excitement, awe, and dread. and then Virtute moved, a sudden, powerful, push.