<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23"> Elianna was bent over, zipping up her boots when Magneto stormed in, and in a rare display of anger slammed his fist on the bed. <br/>
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Only one thing could have caused this. That little bitch had gotten away. Elianna would have snarled, but she knew it might anger him more if he thought it directed at him. Instead she stood up straight, once more fully clothed. <br/>
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She walked over to the bed, crawling up onto it and kneeling behind him. She ran her hands lightly up his back and began to massage his shoulders, trying to ease some of rage. “Why don't you let me take care of this?” She hissed low into his ear. “If she won't cooperate I could always just kill her...”<br/>
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