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The blonde girl looked back and forth between the creature and the boy in blue and red. She looked around the space outside the room, where the fight had spilled into. She looked at what remained for the ooze and goop, and she tried to paint a scenario of what she'd missed. She searched her mind for the last thing she recalled, and her head ached too much for her to grasp understanding, no matter how she tried.
But she knew something was wrong. Something was different, even if the most recent memories before her death hadn't registered yet. And there was nothing from this situation. The entire fight was a blank, and she only knew it was a fight because of external indicators.
"Carnage?" she asked, and she sounded like the dead girl, her intonation precisely the same and the confusion registering on her face in exactly the same manner.
She glanced down, toward the floor and the detritus there, and hazy recollection began gathering behind cornflower blue eyes. She stuck to the wall a little as she pulled away from it, her control of her abilities reset to something remedial, and she glanced at the nearest window, at what remained of the stairs, eyes obviously attempt to ascertain the best escape route. "I kind of don't feel great. I should go."