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Attack One: 5 - 6 = - 1 + 2 = 1 dmg
Attack Two: 6 - 6 = 0 + 2 = 1 dmg
Attack Three: 10 - 6 = 4 + 2 = 6 dmg

POTENT ARCANA HEAL :: +10 HP

New HP: 27/45

Red butterflies.

Hadn’t Ama said something about red butterflies before? Wasn’t that the first thing she remembered between being on her island and being on the one belonging to Deus? Red butterflies, streaking across her vision, then...waking up. Alone. Her head hurt and hands came up to grip at it as if adding pressure to her temples would somehow still the ache. It didn’t. Of course it didn’t. Things never seemed to make sense anymore.

At least her vision was clearing of the red but what Cami was seeing couldn’t possibly be right. It was brightly lit, signs pointing to a tower, roads seeming to all meet in a single point. THE DUSK it said. “What is the Dusk…?” The murmur was to herself, in her native Creole, the teenager not realizing she’d slipped into not-English.

“It’s your death.” The voice behind her was so familiar. It was like listening to a recording of herself but there was a hum to that voice, a malevolence that she couldn’t remember ever harboring inside of herself.

Turning hard on her heel and putting her back to the lights the brown girl paled at what she saw. It was her! Only...not...her…? The features were the same. Eye color, hair color, style, the way the girl even stood was the same. But this girl had wings, and anger, and a smile that was so sharp it hurt just to look at it. Cami could see her death in the smile of her other self and before she even realized it had happened, Kidana was in her hands.

’Nock an arrow and shoot her.’ The revenant’s voice was oddly calm as she explained what needed to be done. ’Destroy her for she will surely try to destroy you.’

Almost as if Camixi could hear the voice inside of her human counterpart the Famine sageling lashed out with her Fear, raking phantom claws down the front of the trainee’s shield. “I am going to make you bleed and bleed until there’s nothing left. And then I am going to make sure no one wears my face again!” Camixi’s voice was high with anger, with a thread of her own hesitation in this battle, but determined nonetheless.

Unfortunately for Camixi she was brutally outmatched by Cami’s arrows. Whether it was the practice she had forced herself to or the keen guidance of Kidana’s voice in the hunter’s head, there was hit after savage hit. At one point the two teenagers had panted for breath, looking at each other, bruised and bleeding before engaging once again.

Standing with her foot pressed hard against where tattered wings met Camixi’s shoulder blades the Antiguan girl was quiet as she nocked one last arrow. “I’m sorry.” She apologized to the Famine horsewoman who would have slain her without regret as she fired that last arrow into the back of the brunette’s head, execution-style.

Kidana sang of justice, of how they were righteous, and they would always triumph together. But sitting on the pavement, beneath the garish lights, Cami could only sob. Why was she here? Where was she? She wanted to go home!