[ Glasswing doesn't immediately realize when the music stops. She's so caught in the rhythm, the flow of cutting down Torments, that she's still waiting for another to step into her path even as the last one scatters into fragments. A one-two-three beat of silence stretches out before the quiet settles into her and she realizes... ]
... it actually worked. [ D–don't sound TOO surprised, girl!!! ]
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... it actually worked. [ D–don't sound TOO surprised, girl!!! ]