ZARIAH
Throwing knives now? Well that seemed an admission of defeat if Zariah had ever seen one. But alas, she was still much quicker than Morgan was, easily dodging the knife with a flourish of wild curls. In the same movement she shot forth multiple small bits of lightning, each aimed for a different part of her Morgan's form. Two for her ankles, two for her wrists, one for her torso, and one for her neck. If she was successful, the Captain would find herself pinned to the ground with electric chains, immobilized.
this is who we are, a product of war
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