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Ali let a long sigh escape her and that was the only physical manifestation of her rage she could allow herself without doing something stupid. She nodded when her arrow pierced through the girl and hit the Shadow at a spot she knew very well wouldn't do anything. The two quick motions she made after seeing that were two things she had never done before. She left her bow behind and exposed herself, jumping to the ground below and puling out her two daggers and marching into the fight. The expression on her face showed the most profound level of rage she had ever experience in her life. Beyond anything she might have experienced the night her family died, or while she was being trained in her first years in the Pack. This wasn't a blinding moment of rage, it went beyond that.

Every one of the many times Ali had faced the possibility of death she was indifferent, a few of those times she even welcomed it. Many times she willed death to come and put her out of her misery. Not this time. She was still unafraid, but she had put it in her mind that if she died, she would drag that traitor along with her. And when Allison Blake put something in her mind... There wasn't enough force in the world capable of pulling it out.

It took her some doing, but Crys had managed to loosen her arm. She smiled and escaped the man's reach a second before Allison came marching towards the fight. The seventeen year old girl's voice echoed in a strangely calm tone, yet at the same time filled with contempt. "Seven years ago, a village outside the ruins of Blackhurst was attacked by the army of Newhaven. The small village was burned to the ground. Inside of it... My mother, father, and ten month old sister. My brother, may he rest in peace, pulled me out of the fire to have his life taken before my eyes. Many years later I came to discover that every man, woman and child in that village were enlightened. So, before we end your miserable excuse for a life, answer me this: Had you taken control of the city already back then?" She asked stopping, Crys could sense, a few steps behind her. That question surprised Crys completely, she hadn't considered that possibility.

As Allison stopped a few steps behind Crys, she put away one of her daggers and replaced it with a throwing knife. Her eyes beginning to glow a bright blue color as she glared at the man, he ability to feel pain fading as the glow intensified more and more. Last time she saw that face she almost died. She was sure somehow... Things would end differently this time.