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Andre knew he was giving Em's fans a hell of a show, but he didn't care. The beast was out there. It was closer to Em than it had ever been, and he needed to stop it. He charged. It was dark and the fans were so loud he couldn't rely on his sense of hearing. Nor his sense of smell. It was sensory overload from the thousands of people in the crowd, and the shadow beast didn't smell like anything.
Andre knew how to focus even when focus was impossible. Being in a war zone wasn't that different. Bright flashes. Loud noises. The fear that the enemy could get to you any moment.
But right now, he was the one stalking the enemy.
The lights would come up soon. Right now, the audience could only see their shadows moving around. And though it wasn't his priority, Andre did hope he could chase
