Her gaze though, is intense, as she watched it happen. Gray's scythe sliced through Akua's younger -- original -- body, it's a sick and wet sound that she expects, though not what they get. When the weapon intersected with her body, there's a sound like splintering.
Akua's lips twitch, as the pieces fall into two, and what is left looks like roots, splintered in pieces, though the shape still looks like it could be her. Her lips thin, and her tone is hard, when she says: ]
This is not like the doppelgangers. That was part of the roots.
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Her gaze though, is intense, as she watched it happen. Gray's scythe sliced through Akua's younger -- original -- body, it's a sick and wet sound that she expects, though not what they get. When the weapon intersected with her body, there's a sound like splintering.
Akua's lips twitch, as the pieces fall into two, and what is left looks like roots, splintered in pieces, though the shape still looks like it could be her. Her lips thin, and her tone is hard, when she says: ]
This is not like the doppelgangers. That was part of the roots.