Ebio sat up in the branches of a tree, keeping an eye on the camp, but also enjoying the air. She hadn't been feeling the affects of her Ability in some time, and was warily spending her time wondering how the battle would go.<br/>She knew what was expected, and she knew that demons would die, it was only a matter of how many had to before she could destroy the Eye.<br/>Perhaps she'd have to cut down any twins she saw on the way, however odd that was, it was the Puppeteer's advice, and she would not take it lightly.<br/>It seemed her alliance with this group was being tested already. If the traitor was one of their own she'd show no mercy, but it would be a challenge to contain her animosity. The twin better not be one of her team, though, such a shameful act might force her to move to another Front, as she had before. Social politics were the worst, she grumbled and set about cleaning her weapons.<br/>The blades sang as she sharpened and buffed them. She did so until they could cut through<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>skin, a feat that was getting harder and harder to reproduce.<br/>She watched the blood from her cut finger well, and tasted it, flinching when she tasted something acrid, and burning rather than the iron and salty taste to which she' been accustomed. The remains pattered down on the knee of her white pants, and she cursed.<br/>The state of her insides was more worrying that her dress, at the moment, and she puzzled over this.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">She</span>felt fine, but she knew well that the Ability worked against pain, and not so much mobility, or skill.<br/>There'd once been a time when she could hear someone breathing, their very heartbeat, from hundreds of yards away. Now, she supposed she might hear them from 20 feet. Every time she felt a ringing in her ears,<span style="font-style: italic">thanks</span>to these new, modern weapons and explosions, she could hear a little less.<br/>Wood and gravel didn't strike her as acidic though...nowhere near enough to change her very life force.<br/>Ebio slid down her tree, falling the last 20 feet with a soft thud and moving back towards camp.<br/>She didn't want to think about it. She wanted to start the battle already.<br/>She cast a glance about, then set about checking in on her team mates.