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She'd scheduled this training meet-up with Camelot before the unscheduled meeting with Wolframite, and canceling would have required an explanation she didn't want to give. So she'd taken her pain pills early and gone to the meeting place they'd set up--the park. It was definitely a cliche (everyone goes to the park) but it had wide-open spaces and it'd be good to use to test her wand's power. If it had power.

(Avalon could hear Nimue now, if she lacked magic as much as she'd lacked power for most of the past year: Patience, dear! As if it made any sense to intentionally cripple your trainees in order to do... whatever the ******** the ancient knights of Avalon thought they were doing, taking away power for years or, in her case, months at a time.)

Luckily enough, there was a nice bench near the meeting place; Avalon sat on it and tried to make herself comfortable. It wasn't exactly possible, considering the sheer variety of the injuries she'd maintained (at least nothing had been obviously broken, and her uniform covered most of the bruising). "Hey," she said when Camelot appeared. She lifted a hand--no higher than her elbow--and pushed herself up. <******** ow, she thought, biting the inside of her cheek with a low hiss.

Yep. She sucked at pretending not to be hurt. Maybe she was some kind of glass cannon, but it didn't mean that she had to be obvious about it, did it? "I'm fine," she said, wrapping her arms around her torso. The wound in her shoulder throbbed, an unsubtle reminder of what had almost happened because she wasn't careful enough. Of what the Negaverse could do.

The thought didn't make her brave, or more certain in herself. It made her scared. "Just go easy on me, okay?" She'd made this appointment to spar, and she was damned well going to keep it.