Soul's Point of View
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I feel Maka's hands, tightly wound around my smooth metal. She wrings her hands around me, nervous. We're training for the first time since her black blood incident and she's scared. I can feel it in her wavelength.
"We've got this, Maka," I say gently.
"I know," she nods.
She walks over to the mirror and dials in Death, "Yo, yo!" He bounces happily to the foreground, "You ready to train?"
"Definitely," Maka nods again.
"All right!" He steps back from the mirror and we do the same. Turning to face the room, ready to fight something.
A puff of smoke materializes above us, there she is again. Calypso.
Maka's fingers tighten impossibly around me, I try to embrace her in my wavelength, to console her.
She seems to calm a little bit as she releases a heavy sigh from her lips.
There's a laugh that rumbles throughout the room, a smirk on Calypso's lips. We're in a stand-off, Maka won't advance.
"Maka, let's go!" I hiss.
"Right!" She snaps out of whatever trance she seemed to be in, "Ready, Soul Resonance!"
She spreads her legs apart, bracing herself for our wavelengths to melt together. As they do, Calypso just grins wider.
"Witch Hunter!" Maka yells, as she runs and strikes at the hologram.
The strike shatters the being down the center of her face, Death is clapping his large hands. And in his scary voice, he says: "You're ready."
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Well, it's a short update, but it's an update!
I'll try to be back soon!
Love you, guys!
-C
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