I wanted to count, needed to count. It was all too much, too many sounds, too many smells, too much debris. Counting, counting was nice, it helped. I was overwhelmed...1...2...but the scene before me kept interrupting me. I tried again because counting was nice, it helped...1...2...3...but the sound of metal and grunts, the smell of broken rocks and rotting flesh kept invading my space. I couldn't cover my ears because it hurt to move and I couldn't shut my eyes tight enough. Counting. Counting. 1...2...a roar...and with that I stopped trying to count. Instead, I watched, frustrated, I watched and I listened. "I gave you enough chances to make this work," she bellowed, as shadows danced and twirled around her before she hurtled them towards Maverick. Somehow, though, the shadows dissolved before they came to him.Amara paused, taking in the scene before her eyes widened. And as though she couldn't believe it, she conjured more shadows and hurtled them to
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