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EMBERLYN WOLFSONG She is pointed in the direction of the beast that is rushing to capture her and probably ends her dynasty when the bat-like wings on her back suddenly develop sharp structures that resemble blades at their tips as they swing forward. I watch as they both slam their fists against each other, creating an earthquake that rocks the area around me with tremendous force. As I roll in agonizing pain, attempting to regain control over my feeble hands that continue to ache so intensely that it is likely tearing at my membrane and seeping into my brain, I feel a powerful gust of wind from their collision that pushes me away and makes me shake uncontrollably in place. I grit my teeth in agony as I try to open my eyes and see that the two of them are still fighting. They appear