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- A sword sliced through the curtain.
- "What!" Homura shouted. The blade caught Homura by surprise. It was long enough to graze the back side of her gun toting hand as it moved downward in an arc. The pain caused her to yell and drop her pistol. She stepped back, subconsciously activating her time stop ability right as she tripped over the unconscious body of the nurse she had knocked out with a well placed karate chop to the neck.
- [...]
- Homura then brought her attention to the wound inflicted on her hand. The diagonal scratch made by the blade was long, easily the width of her hand. But it was light, barely deep enough to draw any actual blood.
- [...]
- "Goodbye, Madoka Kaname!" Homura yelled.
- A tingling on her hand prevented her from pulling the trigger.
- "Huh? What the-" Homura glanced at the back of her hand again.
- The wound was gone.
- "What? I could've sworn I had been cut there earlier…"
- The tingling sensation came again, but this time on her forearm.
- Shocked, Homura quickly rolled up her sleeve.
- The wound was there, but now it was on the back of her arm, close to her elbow.
- "What...what is this?"
- Then Homura's eyes went wide. The wound moved.
- The dark red cut slithered across the surface of her flesh like a snake, worming its way further up Homura's arm as if possessed by a will of its own.
- It was then that Homura had a grim reminder of a weakness to her time stop ability. Anything touching her during stopped time was free to move as well. The unnatural scratch made by the sword was no different since it was made on her flesh.
- It sped up Homura's arm and towards her throat.
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