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With her heart still beating furiously in her chest from the recently concluded battle, Nyxia sheathed her blades and willed herself to calm down. She gave Julian a curt nod at his order and immediately began surveying their surroundings. While there was no immediate danger in sight, there was no doubt that there will be more battles ahead. But there really was no use fretting about them at the moment. 

[color=mediumpurple][i]One battle at a time.[/i][/color]

Worry about battle when already in it but at the same time be prepared for it.

Julian was right though. They needed to move on. PSICOM will arrive soon and they can't be in the area when they do. Unless, of course, they wanted to turn what was supposed to be a run in the mill mission into a suicide one. 

[color=mediumpurple][i]As if it isn't already that...[/i][/color]

She paused when she heard Maurice mention some soldiers turning into monsters. A feeling of dread washed over her and her hands automatically grabbed hold of the hilts of her twin blades. Her weapons were a source of security for her. They had never failed to protect her, the only thing she can count on and the only thing that would see her to the very end.

[color=mediumpurple][i]Will that be my fate? To turn into a gruesome creature that no longer recognizes friend from foe? Will I be like father?[/i][/color]

She felt the brand on her arm burn and she instinctively reached up and clutched it. Was it really burning? Or was it a pyschological effect? There was no real explanation for it and she didn't dare ask the others if they felt it too. It wasn't exactly something anyone would be willing to talk about. Whatever it was, it bothered her but she did her best to push the thought to the back of her head and focused on what they needed to do.