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Hands and arms moving in a blur of motion, Cam broke through the weakened grasp of the bloodied trapeze clown trying to squeeze her to death. She grabbed hold of the mangled elephant head that the creature possessed and tossed it front of her. The tragic performer smacked into the floor with a audible thud as whatever remained of its skull painted the floor rainbow colors.

Savoring the sudden surge of vitas she could taste, Cam didn't hesitate, and with three long strides, she launched herself across stage in a catlike leap. Trailing just behind Emma's wall of snapping shadows, Cam prepared her own blow for the ringmaster. Claws to strike wherever there was weakness. Throat, limbs, body, or remaining eye, it didn't matter. 

They had dallied long enough. She wouldn't take any chances. Dead was only dead when it was certain. It was time to end the sad performance.