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Eyes wide, she ducked his blow and backed up some. "C-can't we negotiate instead?"

"Battle is my negotiation..." He continues attacking her relentlessly.

Somehow, Moon managed to keep from being hurt too badly. She got the occasional scratch on her arms or face, but otherwise avoided his blade. Her attempts to fight consisted of slow arches and feeble jabs. Not eating meant weak body strength.

"Why must you shades be so weak...? I remember now why we went on our Shade Genocide all those years ago..." He said, slashing at her again.

Her hands tightened on the sword as anger built up in her. That genocide had nearly wiped out shades and witches, and those were her people, her ancestors. "Who are you to say I'm weak?" Moon snarled. "You're dead, I'm not!"

"Of course I died...I was alive nearly 5,000 years ago. Your ancestors...you grandparents were my greatest accomplishments so far..." He said, wearing something that may have seemed familiar to her.

Her eyes fixed on the bracelet. It was two scarab beetles with their legs holding them together. On each of their backs was a purple-ish blue shard that caught the light even when there wasn't much. Moon Drop's silver orbs hardened like steel, turning blue with rage.

"What's the matter, weakling? Did I upset the mutant or something?" He laughs slyly, slashing at her multiple times, not realizing the apparent danger.

Letting herself be cut, Moon grabbed his sword when it sliced her with her bare hand. She ignored the pain in her palm, yanking it so that she was face-to-face with the mummy. "{Beatles,}" she said in Ogojohat. Little scarabs started coming out of his ears, mouth, and nose. As they went, they ate away at his dead flesh.

"H-How........." He falls silent, his bones falling, causing a bit of noise, the amulet falls to the ground. "....May you and your friend burn in hell for this disrespect..." He mutters before turning to dust. The temple starts to disappear, returning the land to a grassy, beautiful field.

She breathed slightly heavily, grabbing both the jewel and the bracelet. Her eyes hadn't changed, but that wasn't what she was focused on.
Seth, having watched as though respecting that the fight was between them only, didn't approach her. Even he was aware of what she could and would do.

"...Moon? Are you alright?" He asked, approaching her, not questioning the sudden disappearance of the temple.

The witch stood up, free hand balled into a fist like she'd punch the first thing she saw. "No." She clenched her jaw, trying to get a handle on her anger.

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