Kijani breathed, shuddering as she rose up. Her knuckles were torn and bloody. She didn't remember why- or whose blood it was. Her head felt fuzzy. When she realized that she'd been controlled, she swore a nasty string of Mandarin.

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Devika waited on the outskirts of the gym, slowly pulling in all the confusion of the assembled students. This was going to hurt her afterward, but if it worked...