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Elya raised an eyebrow.
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"Boots? Pockets? Hair?"
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"Anything else?" Elya asked.
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"Remove all of your weapons." Elya held the bloody dagger to his throat.
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"Are you still armed?" Elya asked.
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The blood wasn't leaking too badly; she wrapped it up a couple extra times to be safe, then tied it off. Elya let out a breath, then stood and wiped the spit off her face.
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"I told you to sit still." Elya said, grunting. It was harder than most people thought to hold a wet rag to a bleeding cut. She shifted herself, placing her knee and shin on his chest to hold him down instead so she could work with both hands; Elya started wrapping another strand of bandages around it, holding it as tight as possible.
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Elya tore off a length of bandage, wadded it up, soaked it in the antiseptic, then pressed it to the wound.
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"Don't try. I need you to hold still." Elya reached into her jacket and brought out a roll of bandages and antiseptic.
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"Can you hold yourself still?" Elya asked.
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Elya grunted, pressing her weight onto her forearm into his chest to hold him still. She dropped the dagger, shoving her fist against the wound.
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Elya put her breathing back under control. "That's good. Now if you could please sit still..." She reached down, gripped the dagger's hilt, and yanked it out.
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"Stop moving!" Elya ordered.
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She ran at him, tackled him to the ground, and held yet another dagger to his neck.
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Elya threw a dagger at his leg.
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What in the-- Elya crashed to the floor.
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Elya dashed around him in a rough semicircle, watching every pull of the trigger and bullet as she searched for an opening. They were bound to run out sooner or later; he couldn't hold out forever.
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They're fast. Elya thought. She cut a bullet out of the air, weaving herself around another, letting one skim across her face to keep her line of attack--all in the matter of moments.
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Elya whipped out her sword, leaping to the side before kicking off the wall and zipping towards the newcomer. Something had changed about everything around her--was this person a Mystic? What was their ability?
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