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The small child knew the game Psyche was playing, and she wasn't about to let her win. Their little confrontation had allowed her to get her breath back. That meant she could do one thing she was actually good at. The moment the redhead began to speed up, Tash sped up as well. The medicine was still in her system; this meant she could exert herself a bit before having to take things easy again. She was naturally small, but even more so since she was sickly. Small meant speed. Speed meant Psyche wouldn't win.
Speck's movements exploded in a burst of speed. Her light frame began to leap 3 stairs at a time, using her hands to brace herself. She was moving almost impossibly fast for someone in her position, almost like some kind of quadrupedal animal instead of a human. She wasn't too far away from Psyche when she stopped as a result. She was panting heavily, almost heaving, but that didn't matter as she watched Psyche fire off two shots of ... whatever that had been.
From behind her, the panting child placed a hand on the small of Psyche's back. Her touch was gentle, yet it shook. She closed her eyes and concentrated for a few moments. Psyche had engaged the enemy. She needed as much help as she could muster. Every ounce she could spare. A sudden feeling of intensity rushed into Psyche. A feeling of vitality and exuberance, a feeling of strength and vigor. A feeling of just... FEELING as a roar sounded in the back of Psyche's mind. She would feel herself becoming stronger. Faster. More durable. In contrast, Speck leaned against the wall, fighting not to slide down it. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to force the burning in her chest to subside.