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<span class="mu-r">“Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”</span>
Both she and Frank nodded, a mixture of manic excitement and alarm in their expressions. Neither of them seemed quite afraid, though. That was one thing you’d come to admire about Elsa. It wasn;t as if she never felt fear, but she was so supremely confident in her own abilities that she simply didn’t factor the possibility of failure into her plans. Whether that was arrogance or not, you weren’t sure, but that certainly hasn’t been the case in your experience, so you decided to put your faith in her abilities as well.
<span class="mu-r">“Watch yourselves out there.”</span>
“And watch out for Stasie” was the unsaid implication behind those words.
You nodded in return.
<span class="mu-r">“I’ll make sure that nothing happens to our people.”</span>
She flashed a smile, seemingly satisfied with your answer.
<span class="mu-r">“Then quit standing around and get going! Stasie moves like a thing out of hell when she spots her prey.”</span>
You got flashbacks of the first night you went hunting together, as well as your first night together. You tried, and failed to suppress a smile.
<span class="mu-r">“Don’t I know it…”</span>
And without further comment, you ran out the door and headed for the nearest exit you knew of.
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It didn’t take long to catch up with Anastasia. She was following the trail of chaos that had been carved out by the higher ranking demons in the city. Mainly, it was people running and screaming for their lives. They were more than willing to point out the reason for their panic, but Cat and Prowler were an even bigger help in providing you with more precise directions. You would’ve used your Mark to give yourself an explosive speed boost, but you didn’t quite know how to make that work with your current powerset. You would just have to wing it.
When you finally reached the source of all this widespread mayhem, you understood immediately why neither Cat nor Prowler felt it appropriate to engage the high-level demons. In all honesty, they probably wouldn’t have stood a chance.
The largest of the demons, a towering, brownish-green blob of fat, a collection of gnarled horns jutting out of the top of its wide head and running down its back in a curving pattern. Its arms were thick and club-like, decimating whatever it hit with each and every swing. It had a grotesquely stretched face that appeared to be pulled back into a perpetual smile, and its flesh jiggled with the slightest of movements.
And to your great horror, it was currently dead-set on killing W. The naïve clone never stopped moving, expertly avoiding its swings, and leaping from place to place when a torrent of acid spit flew from its massive mouth. You didn’t like how unnaturally wide its mouth could open, but you liked the strength of its acid even less. It pretty much ate through the metal of a nearby car within seconds, collapsing it into a pile of goo before your very eyes.
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