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It isn't until Oxy's words fell upon her, so harsh and brash, like rocks sliding and grinding against each other, that Ampere snapped out of it. She stumbled, as if falling out of the daze she'd been put under (half by the Boggart and half by herself). Her lungs hitched, a gasp choking its way into her nares which flared with renewed breath. How long had she been holding it, hyperventilating, sobbing, strangling herself and for what?
Fury overtook her now, hot and terrible and so encompassing she was lost inside of it. A blue line wreathed her body, dust and foliage exploding into a flurry of sparks which danced and swirled like a deadly snowstorm around her. Caught in the electrical pulse her hair danced wild, thrashing the the sea against her nape and hocks. Like its own weapon, heavy and sharp, Ampere's gaze lifted from the ground to Oxy.
"Shut the fuck up," she breathed.
Ampere took a step forward, the movement sending a ripple in her lightning dance. In unison the sparks erupted forward, colliding and combining in a sword that drove towards Oxy's heart. Behind it's hilt Ampere screamed, her second magic jumping forward with invisible hands to pull at Oxy's threads, intending to block the electrical outputs in his current-wired body, cutting off his supply of magic.
Then she was gone. Her sword fizzed out whether it struck him or not and her hold on his chords, though already released, would fade sooner than later from his senses. All that remained was the clump of her ripped out hair and a black feather marked in blue that had been ejected from her flesh by the force of her flighted retreat.
Tears still pricked in her eyes as she flew. They exhausted her, leaving her empty of the will to batter him as he deserved.
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