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Temujin watched, rooted and helpless at the sight of ink and flesh, bound and melded in an inhuman ritual. Every nerve in his brain and every bone in his soul screamed at him to launch and strike, to cast aside Umbri and Jemma’s protestations and - as far as he was concerned - save an innocent woman from the deception of a horrid, Graves-borne aberration. The latter’s chronicling of the procedure, delivered through a tone so clinical and eerie juxtaposed against the ripple of ink and Umbri’s dazed mutterings sent a churning sensation in the pits of the cyber ninja’s guts. 

[b]“D-Dove…?”[/b] Graham asked, pale and wide-eyed beside Koba. She spoke like his apprentice, burned with her spirit, and yet this… [i]thing[/i] she became was so far removed from the young girl he knew. He stepped back, his mind clouded by doubts and questions which had remained unanswered… until Koba laid a hand over the blacksmith’s back. 

The man-ape stood his ground, his gaze unwavering from Jemma. Sympathy furrowed his brows, despite the mysteries that still plagued his mind. [b](“That’s our Dove, Graham. Give her a chance, and you’ll see.”)[/b] Koba’s hand wandered to his chest as he finished his sign. He brushed aside the fur to stroke at the bars and numbers scarred into his chest. 

Temujin turned his head towards Alex. [color=DC091C][b]"If… anything happens to her, you better do the right thing,"[/b][/color] he demanded. He glanced from the corner of his vision, towards the face, stretching and moving beneath the monster's skin. Umbri's face. Green rings briefly glimmered within Temujin's eyes, and a nearby set of pliers rattled upon the desk. A flicker, nothing more.