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RE·VER·BER·A·TION
Noun; A continuing effect; a repercussion.
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Miraculous duo, Ladybug and Chat Noir, are faced with murders around the city of Paris. The culprit(s)? Shit, they don't know. Maybe those weird white haired...
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“Shit.”
Ais's voice barely cut through the thick air, but his movements were instant.
His cold eyes tracked the glowing yoyo in Ladybug's hand. His fingers twitched-an instinct to summon his bow-but Blaze's weight on his shoulder delayed him.
“Plan B,” Ais muttered, and without a second thought, he threw his brother.
“Blaze.”
“Flaming Kick!” Blaze shouted, more for dramatic flair than necessity.
His boot connected hard with Ladybug's stomach, and a horrible crack-thud echoed as she was launched backward.
She slammed into the bottom steps of the staircase, tumbling like a ragdoll.
The flames had died out earlier, but the floor was rough, the air still hot-and the burn on her stomach was instantly severe. Her suit was charred and clung to her skin, sizzling where it had melted.
She didn't scream this time.
That silence somehow made it worse.
Blaze landed cleanly, laughing as he caught the falling Lucky Charm in his palm. “Got it!” he crowed, spinning the item in his fingers like it was a toy.
“Ladybug!” Chat Noir's voice cracked, almost hoarse, as he sprinted toward her-
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A solid wall of ice slammed down in front of him. He skidded to a halt, his claws scraping against the frozen surface.
“What the-?!” he growled, wheeling around.
Ais and Blaze were already there.
Standing behind him.
Silent.
Unshaken.
Predators playing with their food.
Blaze twirled the charm lazily in one hand. Ais stood motionless, like a statue-except for his eyes, cold and sharp, following Chat Noir's every breath.
They weren't even winded.
Chat Noir's stomach throbbed where Blaze had burned through his suit earlier. His muscles were strained, every breath painful-but worse was the panic clawing at the edge of his thoughts.
They were losing.
“Two minutes,” Ais murmured flatly, his gaze dropping to Chat's ring, which was now blinking rapidly.
Chat Noir tensed, hiding the tremble in his arms. Two minutes until he detransformed. Two minutes until everything was over.
Grinning, Blaze inspected the charm again. “We take your Miraculous... then we take hers.” His voice was too light, too excited. Like he was picking out candy from a store shelf.
