Ame flinched. "Oh my god, who the hell are you?!" she shouted. Then she turned to the task at hand, shielding herself from Dahlia. "You will answer for what you've done, Dahlia!" She shouted, bringing her dagger back, focusing her power on the hatred that she felt inside her, the built-up fear of reading all the stories from the last five hundred years, from seeing how easily she'd corrupted Rowan and screwed up their spells. She dropped into a fighting stance, a bizarre thing for such a little girl, her face twisted with the rage and fear and pain she felt.