Sync wasn't the only one tired or covered head to toe in gore. The more she cut that blade into them, the more that got on her, the more her weapon dulled, and the harder she had to push. Her arms were already shaking from effort and all those cute bruises lining her arms from those disgusting hands and their grip, but she didn't complain. It was just something else she had to do if she wanted to survive.

Dahlia followed behind Sync with his same determination, taking off to where he pointed. They had better find some place they could rest so she could switch blades and check the batteries.

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