[Her shoulder jerked back instinctively. Even as her memories slid back into place, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Four years dead, he was. And she'd just been in the Fade, no less. Perhaps it had tapped into some locked away part of her brain, tugging at memories in order to convince her to give in.]
[But the Nightmare was far more keen on killing her, as opposed to anything else.]
Anders. [She said his name aloud, the third time in what felt like as many minutes. It was the same name she'd hesitated to speak aloud, only doing so when someone else convinced her to.]
[The longer she stared, the less she could shake the uneasiness creeping up her spine. It was next to impossible to test for a demon, especially without her magic. Especially if she were in their realm.]
[But next to impossible was the environment she thrived in, and she wasn't entirely helpless either. Her fist came up, and within seconds had directed itself toward his cheek.]
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[But the Nightmare was far more keen on killing her, as opposed to anything else.]
Anders. [She said his name aloud, the third time in what felt like as many minutes. It was the same name she'd hesitated to speak aloud, only doing so when someone else convinced her to.]
[The longer she stared, the less she could shake the uneasiness creeping up her spine. It was next to impossible to test for a demon, especially without her magic. Especially if she were in their realm.]
[But next to impossible was the environment she thrived in, and she wasn't entirely helpless either. Her fist came up, and within seconds had directed itself toward his cheek.]