Elementals: For Made Of Power, The World's Loyalness And Bravery

Pit of the Flaming Goddess

Jess's POV-
    What just happened with Kitty is something I have never seen happen in all my life of being an Elemental. A secondary power? How is that even possible?! Then, it hit me. The last time the six of us were captured, something must have happened then, but for some reason, I know for sure at least I was left out of this. I need to keep an eye on the other four, I have a bad feeling about them. Shelby walked over to where Tiffany and Kitty were currently talking. She probably wants to heal her, especially after the blood. But, what would the moon even have to do with Mimicry? Possibly because of moon phases? All I know is that something is terribly wrong here. I'm paranoid of who will get targeted next in this twisted charade. Those freaking insane Masterminds! If it weren't for this, the world probably wouldn't have needed protecting from this. They are the only true people to blame. I looked over to see Kitty casually chatting with Shelby, as if nothing had happened back there. Though, I could still tell Shelby was concerned if she'd be okay. After all, Life Elementals, because of their general personality, are the easiest to read. I walked over to them after glancing at the list of who is to fight next. "Shelby, do you think you can fight now?" I asked, mostly being cautious because she had just healed Kitty. "Yup! I can do that!" She replied with enthusiasm, but I can tell she is also worried. "Shelby and Adam are next to fight!" I yelled, kickstarting the battle.

Shelby's POV-
    Oh no! I don't want to battle after all of that drama! Oh well, I have to do it anyway. I get ready to fight, facing Adam, who is as cocky as usual. He came rushing at me, a move which I had not expected. I pulled out my dagger to block the hit, but he instead came at me from behind, leaving me defenseless. I was thrown to the ground. I won't let it end like this, he will pay, I will make sure of it. Adam intended to pin me down and end the battle, but this can't happen. I felt my appearance change, getting a few updates from the past, along with a ring of fire. I have lost all control now.  For the first time I could remember in a while, Adam looked genuinely scared. He is usually just cocky and pretty reckless. The whole group couldn't even take their eyes off of me. In a swift moment, I had Adam pinned down instead. I kept screaming inside of my head to stop myself, but nothing could break through as I watched the ground getting burned around me. Someone, stop this, please! As if he were a whirlwind, someone moved Adam out of the way and got in between us, gripping my wrist. It was Cory! Though, I could feel pain shooting up my arm, strong enough to snap me out. Realizing he was hurting me, he let go as I fell to the ground. It's like my emotions were drained out of me. No remorse, no vengeance, n̶͉̥̩̠̽̔͜ơ̵̢̱̦͆t̸̢̫̫̭͈̓ḫ̶͕̟͒̚̕i̸̗̲͚̻͆̆n̴̢̧̰͙̞̥̔̌̅̎̂̒g̵͇̜̰͈̖̮͙̍.̶̧̋̔̀ ̷̩͔͊̓̑͠Á̸̰̼͝ͅs̶̨͈̦͉͔͖͂̽͆͂ ̴̱̗̘̩͆̃̇̕t̶̛̞͇̰͔̑̋̅h̶̠̦̥̫͓̯̼́͝ḛ̸̫̽́̈́̀̑͝ ̶̭̬̘͂̊̅̈̀̕w̵̻̥͌̃h̶̬̺́̽o̴̢̲͎̼̎̀͊̾̏͋̕l̷̲̻̻̬͑̋̈́̌e̵͈̪͔̤͍̍̓͊͊́̿ ̴͙̌́́͛ͅw̶̧͙͓̬͈̆̾͂̌̑ǒ̴͉̳̰̘͌̈́̅̄̈͜͝r̷̩̱̗̥͎͎̙̒͛l̸͔̈̐̈́͠d̵̬͑͜ ̵̧̗̽͗́͘b̴̧̪̻͍̊͠l̸̞͈̣̭̱̽̈́͐̌̿ų̸̘͍̅̍̅̑͝r̴̡̘͕͙̋ŗ̴͇͖̖̆̾̐́̀́̚e̴͕̫͍͇̞͉̔d̵̨̝̺̩̎̓̆̀͗͊͛ͅ ̸̙̉̊͆̏̓̂͠a̸͈͛n̸͓̝͇̫̥̭̓̋̈͊d̷̪̦̊͐͆ ̴͕̻͑ş̶̲͍̇̀̿̇ḷ̶̥͗̈́͜i̴̖͚̮̲̍̓̚͜p̴̗͗̊̓̌p̴̯͎̍̈̃̒̊ḛ̵̀̃́ͅd̷͓̞͔͉̘̄̽͒̊̾͜͝ͅ ̵̹̳̼̬͌́̊̎̍͆͒a̸̬̒͊̃͗͋͘w̸̗̘͐ą̵̥͇͈̾̄̈́͜y̶͈̳͎̫̤̞̝͑͝,̷͙͛͌͒͑͝ ̵̢̈́̈́͛İ̷̧̦̲̳̌̀́̀̉̕ ̴̛̼̞̙̩̮͇̊̐̋̋͋͠w̶͈̠͎͈͙̃̀̋̀̚a̸̗͈̓̽̈́͗͗š̷̚͜ ̴̙̬̼̊s̷̜͉͑̕͝l̶̛̪̦̙̮̞͑̓̿o̷̢̳͖͔͐͒͗́w̴͔̠̫͌̃́l̵̄̅̚ͅy̶̦͔̠̹̖͙̮̆̉̄̚ ̴͖̣̇r̷̜̜̜̰̼̾͒̾e̴̯͙͉͙̺͛̇͛͘̚͠g̴͎͛́â̶͚̮̙͋͑ͅï̶̗̍̿͊n̴̛̦͙̜̦̥̾̋i̶̠̭̗̳̓̂̐̀̐̇̇n̸̢̲̝̖̞̺͚͗̉͂͝g̵̢̙̺̊̓̓̈͐̌ ̷̨̯̫͖̪̬͋̂m̸̧͍̘̬͋̌̈́̏̔̔y̷̛̙̍̈́͛͌̆͒s̸͇̞̻͙̭̠̪̈́͆̓̉͂e̶̼̖̳̙̞͌̿̌̊͒͘ĺ̶͔̖̋̄͝͝f̴̢̛̓.̷͚̾̾͘̚͝ ̴͉̳̓͒̃̄͠I̵͍͆̂̈́͝ ̸̣̜͗̈́͜͝ą̶͚͈͉͍̱̐̀̌̀͜m̶͔̜̯̭͇̭͆͑̌ ̵̨͉̳̗̪͚͇͌̆̀͗̑̈́n̶̩̂̔̓̕͠o̷̧̧̺̝͉̭̅͋͌̿̉t̸̢̜͈̥͖͖́̈̌͋͠ ̴̨̳̼̕ḡ̴̞̹͉̖̘̰̐̈̒͝ò̴̡̤̤̰̀͐͝ȋ̴̠̰̣̻͕̦̓͒̽̊͛n̴̘͈̱̯̞̓̅̒̌͗g̵̛̖̫̱̝̦̠̓̔̀̈́̆̋ ̸̨͇͙͉͙͔̇͜ţ̸̼̯̍̉́̂͘ơ̵̯̼̮͋̅̓̒̉ͅ ̶̣͖̭̱̯̱͉̽̔́͆̔ḷ̶̺̑͛̂̔̏͛ȩ̶͓͍̜̮̖̄̌t̵̢̗̖̺̜̑̈͌ ̵̻̃̔̃͐ṱ̷̩̣̥͚͙͂̊́h̸̫̒̇̑͝ị̵̢͈̘̓̑̿s̵͉̯͕͌̄̏̈́̚ ̵̯͙̲̰͂̆̐͑͆̈́̀f̶͖̐̒̍ḻ̷̥͓͇̞̉͊ͅͅą̴̻̫̪̭̱̉́͜m̶̜̯̼̪̰̯̕ï̶̮̱̘̘̥͛̾͊́͜͜͝ṇ̸͎̯̰̱̆g̶̣̼̲̒̆̉̕͘ ̵̨̪̝̣̩̖̒͛̓̌͘͜g̵̥̬̥̾̌͗ơ̸͚̊̑̎̾͛̉d̴̫͋͊̚d̷͔͇̤̀̇͊͘ȩ̷̟̂s̷̥̣͕̪̬͍̱̔̒͆s̴̛͍͉̼̗̪͌ ̷̛̺̪̺͕̿̿̆͛̋͗w̴̡̛͎̩̻͎̋͑̇̌͝į̸̧͕͍͓̺̞̆̂̑n̶͚̬̙͐.̵͈͎̞̞̱̂̈́̓͆ ̴̼̆͐̇́͝I̵͈̹̯͑̐͠ ̶̻͌̈́͐̓̐͗͘n̴͉͚̹̼̭̂̇̓é̷͍̩̭̇ȇ̷̘̘̩́̊͗̕͝ͅḑ̸͒͊̀̔̇̀ ̵̤̰͝ṫ̷̝̩̓͆͜ȯ̴̡̺̺͉͙͓͚͒ ̷̮̜̓̈͂̽ḅ̵̈́̚͝é̷̡͚͙͓̟͐́́̀̊͝ ̶̢̗͍̗̦͊̉w̶̙̳̫̖̭͖͓̌̍͑̋͠ȋ̸̡͉͚̪͉̬̈́̉̐̀ͅt̸̲̙̣̣̗̰̤͛̎͛̇̂̀̽ḥ̵̀ ̴̧͓̬̰̈́h̶̛͎̙͑̀͛͑̀i̶͖̝͔͕̻̼͐̔̉̎͋ͅm̸͙̖̈̀̌͑,̶͕̐͋̀̋̑̀͘ ̷̨̜͈̯͕̾e̶̡̝͕͕͋̃͌͊v̶̩͔̝̟͐e̴͈̫̗̲̭͌̉̎n̴̙̥̓̍̀̏̑͘ ̷̢̱̻́̋͛͆͗͘i̸̧̡̯̟̜̯͂͊̒͂̓͗f̶̩͍̔̔͘ͅ ̵̢̣̤̂̆i̷̬͓̻̖͇͐ẗ̴̪͖́̂͑̐͆͋̍ ̶͙̑̿̅̓̚̚m̵̰̯̏̃ȩ̷̖̼͈̬̋̾͛̐a̷͇̩͖̝͓̱̙̋̎̌n̵̜̲̔̊ș̵̡̲̭̔́͐͋̎͘ ̴̛̭͖̳̠̘̗͐̔̚ͅṫ̸̼̞̣̬͓̄ḧ̴̩̗̯́͆̒͂e̵͖̳̓͌͝ ̴̬̔f̷͕̼͉̍͑͌͂͑͌i̴̻̽̿̃g̸͎̙͇͛h̸̡̜͊̀͝ṱ̶̆̔̌̔ ̶͓͚̕n̷̥̞̻͊̔̔̏̉̅͒͜ȩ̴̺̖̗̪̦̳̈́̔̃v̴̲̈̄̊̽̓ę̵͖̯̝̜̅̌͛̕͝ŕ̷͇̳͚̗̱͇̀̐͊ ̵͇̘̄̍̚͠e̵̛̞͍̞̥͉͐̈́n̵̼̦̳͕͓̝̄̉́͌͂ͅd̷͎̠͖̘͚̙͛ś̴̙̲͒͊ͅ.̶̟̈́

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