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"I've seen spirits of the dead, yes," Susan said. "I don't know what you are, but I can tell you are neither living nor dead."

"This doesn't frighten you?" Salina asked tilting her head.

"No," Susan replied, which caused Salina to perk her eyebrows. "Curious and cautious about it, but I don't fear the supernatural." Salina smiled down at Susan.

"And how do you feel about the dark?" Salina asked.

"What?" Susan started, then the room suddenly went dark. "What then hell!"

"That's your cue," Salina said. "I know you're there." Quinn stepped out of the corner of the room.

"What's going on?" Susan demanded.

"911, I'd like to report a murder," Quinn said, drawing short blades.

"Careful," Salina said tauntingly. "Little kids shouldn't play with knives." Quinn rushed forward. Salina unfolded her legs kicking Susan out of her seat and performed a back hand spring as Quiin slashed out at her, missing her legs.

"Ohh, strike one," Salina said. "Are those cute stubby legs of yours slowing you down? Come on you have to be faster than that."

"Shut up!" Quinn shouted as she leaped onto the table following Salina slashing out at her again. Salina leaped backward off the table gracefully twisting around avoiding Quinn's blades.

"And strike two," Salina said, as she landed on the ground just as the lights turned back on, her back facing Quinn. "Come on, you can hit me. I'm wide open." Quinn gritted her teeth in frustration and rushed forward leaping of the table performing a flying arreal, spinning like a cyclone of blades.

"Oh and a swing and a miss," Salina said as she ducked down avoiding Quinn's fury of blades.

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"I've seen spirits of the dead, yes," Susan said. "I don't know what you are, but I can tell you are neither living nor dead."

"This doesn't frighten you?" Salina asked tilting her head.

"No," Susan replied, which caused Salina to perk her eyebrows. "Curious and cautious about it, but I don't fear the supernatural." Salina smiled down at Susan.

"And how do you feel about the dark?" Salina asked.

"What?" Susan started, then the room suddenly went dark. "What then hell!"

"That's your cue," Salina said. "I know you're there." Quinn stepped out of the corner of the room.

"What's going on?" Susan demanded.

"911, I'd like to report a murder," Quinn said, drawing short blades.

"Careful," Salina said tauntingly. "Little kids shouldn't play with knives." Quinn rushed forward. Salina unfolded her legs kicking Susan out of her seat and performed a back hand spring as Quiin slashed out at her, missing her legs.

"Ohh, strike one," Salina said. "Are those cute stubby legs of yours slowing you down? Come on you have to be faster than that."

"Shut up!" Quinn shouted as she leaped onto the table following Salina slashing out at her again. Salina leaped backward off the table gracefully twisting around avoiding Quinn's blades.

"And strike two," Salina said, as she landed on the ground just as the lights turned back on, her back facing Quinn. "Come on, you can hit me. I'm wide open." Quinn gritted her teeth in frustration and rushed forward leaping of the table performing a flying arreal, spinning like a cyclone of blades.

"Oh and a swing and a miss," Salina said as she ducked down avoiding Quinn's fury of blades.