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- “Hit her,” I said. “Codex!”
- Codex reached out to use her brain-drain attack. It was visible only by the effects it had, but I’d seen it move through the Spree clones. It was slow.
- Butcher had time to string her bow before she had to teleport out of the way, appearing on top of a building with a vantage point of the battlefield. She knelt, touching the rooftop, and reformed the stone into arrows.
- That power was Butcher Eight’s, except he’d had more reach, was faster.
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- She strung her bow, as if testing us. She started to create an arrow out of sand, condensing it into a more solid form.
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- With more focus than before, Butcher formed a spike out of hard sand.
- She was murmuring to herself now. Conversing under her breath with the voices in her head. She sounded oddly insistent, plaintive in a very childish manner.
- When the weapon was formed, she glanced skyward, murmured something indistinct.
- Then teleported a distance into the air, directly above the spike.
- There was a wet sound, a pause.
- Imago 21.6
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