[She winces as the shadow lashes out, cutting into her arm, but she soon forces her knife deep into its chest, dispatching it.]
That one?
[She turns an looks at it... well, might as well try. Closing her eyes, she focuses, not sure what she's feeling for... and ends up centering on that spot in her center where she usually feels it. Time. It hasn't really been there, since she came to this place, faint, muffled, like she was no longer connected. And yet...]
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That one?
[She turns an looks at it... well, might as well try. Closing her eyes, she focuses, not sure what she's feeling for... and ends up centering on that spot in her center where she usually feels it. Time. It hasn't really been there, since she came to this place, faint, muffled, like she was no longer connected. And yet...]
...something there.