[ The image is - graphic perhaps, of the gun that shoots a great beaming of lightning - and the splattered, gory remains, of the Lycan left behind on the ground of a long forgotten warehouse floor. The tangible taste of the air so alive it tingles on her tongue, the crackle when her hair loosened from combat darts about like the static brought itself to a mad, contained kind of life. ]
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[ The image is - graphic perhaps, of the gun that shoots a great beaming of lightning - and the splattered, gory remains, of the Lycan left behind on the ground of a long forgotten warehouse floor. The tangible taste of the air so alive it tingles on her tongue, the crackle when her hair loosened from combat darts about like the static brought itself to a mad, contained kind of life. ]