[color=silver][center][h2][color=#5f6eaa]𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝔹𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕩[/color][/h2]
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With no fighting prowess of her own, Emma was accustomed to watching her fellow cleaners from the sidelines. She knew how they fought, could recite their movements like the steps of a macabre dance. Her entrance to today's battle had been sudden in both method and timing, but with the immediate threat to her life now taken care of, she could resume her usual duty; watching over the battlefield and those that danced upon it.

[color=#5f6eaa]"Watch out!"[/color] she called out as a straggler flung itself at Cam - only to realize, much to her relief, that the creature posed no threat to her. Instead, then, she redirected her attention to Yasu and Niid, both still engaged with the leader of the troupe. They were nearing the final act, the moment when everyone gathered to join hands and bow.

She didn't want to miss it.

The shadows stirred even before Emma heard Yasu's call. The canine left behind, the snake-like elephant now covered in guts, the shadows cast by each and every performer that still stood - and even those that did not; after all, even the dead cast shadows. They converged, flowed together like rivers into a lake, forming a wave that crashed across the stage towards the ringleader. The black mass pulsated, shifted, almost took form, but then not. They could be anything in the world, but before Emma's imagination settled on a visage, they were but potential.

The cleaner's gaze fell upon the ringleader once more, eyes trailing his face. He should have been scarier. Lions were supposed to be scary. 

[i]A lion, then.[/i] The shadows leapt from the floor, taking the shape of a hundred-headed feline, each head splitting into three, then to three more, until they were longer than its body proper. Each one roared, tearing through the air, so eager to devour that some ate each other; and where a head was bitten off, three more sprouted in its place.

Emma lowered her parasol for a proper view and wondered; when the ringleader's head was bitten off, would a new one spawn in its place, or would it simply die? [/color]