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[commandress]

[ Well.

She can't really do anything about that, so.

Sorry, Henry. She'll at least make sure she doesn't accidentally stab you. ]

[vecna]

[Well.

She crashes into him and they go flying back a few feet, unceremoniously, to land in a painful heap in the ground. At least he wasn't stabbed.]

Get. Off.

[Pinned to the ground with her body weight atop him. It's the perfect time for Vecna to make a sudden disappearance like Henry was once wont to do. How annoying.]

[commandress]

[ He doesn't have to tell her twice, she's already moving once they've-- stopped moving, rolling off him and to her feet. And-- ]

He's escaped.

[vecna]

[He pulls himself back to his feet, a little worse for wear, but there's a sense of satisfaction in knowing that they've fended off that twisted (more accurate) version of himself.]

Maybe he's gone for good.

[commandress]

I doubt that. He may just be biding his time. I'd be cautious.