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- Emma grit her teeth as she jumped over and took cover behind a concrete slab. Her implants were barely responding, working their way through the protocols. A rush of endorphins made her world spin briefly.
- "The enemy is advancing on all sides! We must destroy them!"
- Emma took a shaky breath. She needed to remember her training. First, systems check. Emma looked over herself. Her costume was hanging off of her in ragged strands, mostly burned away. The metal parts had managed to survive, and subsequently fused with her skin, making it impossible to pull them off and examine anything.
- What flesh remained was scorched and blackened. Strips of dead skin sloughed off of her, leaving burnt muscle exposed to the air. The acrid, burnt-meat smell that accompanied every instance of a failed experiment in home cooking curled through the air while blue magic flickered across her, doing its best to repair the damage.
- All it did was make her feel like she was being burned alive.
- (Sodales, Chapter 15)
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