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The Battle
Emily was towards the back of the group; she didn't see them until several of the others had already stopped in their tracks. She recognized these creatures, vaguely. They weren't uncommon, she knew. They looked bigger than she'd imagined, though, and the way they burbled and hissed and raked their tiny limbs along the ground made her shiver. Before Olivia had begun to speak, Emily drew her batons and slid them together, twisting until they clicked and the rest of the staff slid into place. She could hear the spirits whispering, in her mind, chattering incessantly just beyond the reach of her consciousness. She imagined they were eager for whatever these things called blood.

¨“Okay,” Olivia began. “So, this stuff basically tells us when they are dead… and… uhm…,” she pondered, as she attempted to comprehend the device on the spot. “…right, yeah, weaknesses and such things.” Olivia put the tagger gun away when everyone had seen what they had to, and then drew her fusion gunblade out of its holster, which was dangling across her buttocks. “Remember your training, and remember the Academy’s rules of engagement and combat guidelines, and we’ll be fine,” Olivia said.

Emily was struck again by the feeling that she ought to be scared. She wasn't. She was nervous, yes, but also a little eager - like it was the moment before an important performance. She felt like she was about to prove herself, and that was what she wanted to do most desperately. If the fight went well, that would mean all her training and skill really had paid off. It would mean she could handle herself. She wasn't sure why that mattered, when really her life was in danger, but it didn't feel like she was in any real danger. It just felt like she had a job to do, to prove herself. It felt like this was how things were supposed to go.

They raptors and the humans were closing the distance now. Emily broke into a jog to keep up but stayed towards the back of the group as the fighting began. She didn't want to face one of these things in a fair fight - that was never the way to go. With the others already engaging the Chaos wouldn't do much good. Too much confusion, too hard to maintain focus and she'd have to try it on each of the creatures one by one. No, she needed to approach things from a more conventional angle. That didn't mean attacking head on, no, but... Emily smiled. She knew what to do. There were no buildings or doors here, no openings she could warp and abuse to force the creatures into them, but if you had the ability to alter the physics of an area, your options were rarely limited by terrain. You just made it into whatever you needed.

One of the 'morphs bonded towards her, gibbering and flailing its tail. Emily paced backwards, but let it approach, focusing on the road beneath it. As it crossed within a few meters of her, the terrain began to shift and bubble. The creature stumbled and tripped, flipping over itself and falling, eye-carapace first onto what was now an incredibly flexible, rubberized surface. It sank into it for a moment, like a child landing on a trampoline, before it rebounded and flung the creature violently into the air. Emily watched it fly maybe ten or fifteen meters over her head. She stepped forward onto the ground where it had fallen, which was rapidly reverting to its usual state, and held her staff aloft.

The raptor impaled itself, giant opalescent eyepiece first, on the end of the bo. It chattered and squeaked in agony as Emily pulled the weapon from the wound. She felt good, she realized. She felt like she was powerful, like she was in control. She waited to see if it moved, ready to deliver a killing stroke if her attack hadn't done the job.

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