Callista stumbled back, the wild snarl dying on her face as reason
returned. Her eyes took in the mangled body. Blood splattered on the
ground, on her, on her claws.
She ducked her head away from
the battered female pulling herself to her feet. The whispered,
coughing thanks too low and deep for Callista's deaf side to hear.
She fled. Barely made cover behind a tree before she
retched.
In a daze, she fulfilled her duty. Set charges for a
distracting explosion to the Flame's food supplies.
Only her
first victory that day would be the one hauntingly remembered.
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