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Darna had moved out of the way when she heard Isaac scream. Alchemy was all around her, but she couldn't mix it up with the strange flow inside the assassin. He was sticking out like a sore thumb and she needed to get rid of him. Her puny cane wasn't much in any shape against him and she had a limited amount of time to think of a good strategy.

Watching him choke the life from Isaac made her heart pound maniacally and her breaths were short and shallow. What should she do? Blythe was doing something, Isaac, even in his broken and trapped state was fighting back!

Come on, idiot! Come on! Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. His alchemy was too familiar. So familiar it made her skin crawl. They had to get the upper hand, get questions answered. With another clap of her hands, Darna laid her palms on the ground and it moved like a wave under the assailants feet. All the dirt and rocks clasped like hands around his ankles and started to pull his body forward, taking Isaac's cane with it. When he fell to the ground, Darna pushed Isaac away and sat on top of the perp's chest, her hands tight around his neck.

"Isaac, are you okay?" It felt wrong touching the man, squeezing his throat, knowing he wouldn't die from it. Darna wanted to scream at him, punch him, even kill him, but it wouldn't be worth it. It was so obvious. How she'd missed it at first she would never know.

"He's..." She started softly, the word burning as it came out of her throat. "He's Homunculus." So it still happened.

Would she be out there? Would she try to kill them as well?