anythingLincoln was talking again, angry, defiant and defeated. “My mother always told me to watch out for hidden shallows. Mud Slayers resting and waiting, striking when you don’t expect. But I would see the Slayer in its home and know. Instead, you were waiting all the time, hiding beneath my feet and I never knew it. Then, suddenly, you move, and everyone sees who they should really fear. How you must enjoy your little game, let the prey think they’re someone, don’t disturb their dreams until it suits you.” Punching a fist into her palm with force, she regarded me balefully. “You casually show everyone what force really is, a lesson on how to do it for the blind and foolish.”
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