<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/359840f5e176bf6b11081caf6991e7e9/tumblr_n8pvg0uwLd1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>September 23rd, evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ezra, The Queen (https://31.media.tumblr.com/3cc8b11e5ea0d1a7c90e5653c6e29c52/tumblr_mp4t38WFI01qgglx1o4_250.gif)<br/><hr/><br/><em>Plunge</em>. The sickly sweet voice instructed with a measure of sharpness in its tone after Ezra's pained filled voice cried out into the silence of the night upon feeling a mere brush of her mental assault. Avery exhaled sharply, the painting of his childhood nightmare breathing itself to life within her mind. Each stroke created a detail more vivid and vibrant than the last. Not one millisecond of the memory was left unmasked.<em>Taste</em>. Yet, the experience was not completely detached, it felt like her body was immersed within every emotion Ezra had experienced. From the depths of despair to the complexity of misunderstanding, from unforgivable guilt to the constant shadow of fear. Surprisingly, it was not fear of retribution but fear of himself and what he was capable of.<br/><br/>Avery almost second-guessed fighting him but then she reminded herself of Henry's bloodied face. Ezra, of all people, should have been more sympathetic rather than intentionally brutal. As a child, when he was lost and completely vulnerable, no one comforted him with a closed fist or any other ruthless tactic. They helped him despite his being different from the common man. Yet, for whatever reason, he apparently forgot how it felt to be at another person's mercy and how it felt to be utterly alone.<br/><br/>She would ensure he never buried that memory again.<br/><br/>The first clone crumbled to the ground after Ezra's initial attack, its Avery-like head severed right through the middle. No blood nurtured the ground. Instead, it slowly started the process of stitching itself back together, preparing to reenter the fray. The second clone crashed into the trunk of a nearby tree, shaking the mighty oak to its very roots. Yet, the conjured fiend did not become sentient, it's hand reached toward its chest, where the sword skewered its body, and tugged mightily until Glory was pulled from its body.<br/><br/>Joybringer resumed its normal shape just in time for her to parry his aggressive blow. Avery's teeth clamped tightly together before she grunted with effort and pushed back against him. Her small frame was not helpful within this particular stance, causing her feet to dug down into the ground. His yelled accusation stunned her enough to stumble backwards.<em>Twist.</em>Yet, before she could completely lose the advantage and crumble underneath the fury of his rage, she pictured a hand around his mind and without mercy closed her fingers around it. Rather than pain, his memory was perverted and tainted until it flashed repeatedly in front of his eyes. The rotting corpse of the man he murder rose upward from the ground. His aunt pushed him away and called him<em>homicida</em>.<br/><br/>She screamed and kicked out her foot to knock into his chest, gaining much needed space between them.<em>Twist harder! Harder! Make him scream!</em>Thunder flashed across the skies as she lunged and sent her sword out again, flexible blade extending upward before coming crashing down toward his shoulder. Avery's ears popped painfully, blood dripped, as she pushed herself further within Ezra's mind and changed the scared boy into who he was today, only he was choking on his last breath and hearing the screams of his cabin members as they died. The first clone recovered and rejoined the battle to parry any attempt made by him before the second dipped downward with an extended leg intent on tripping him. They both seemed to move much faster and aggressively with each ticking second.