With the battle over, Zoe had just enough time to look around before the ring disappeared from her hand. Her rage, fueled by the ring into a weapon she could and had wielded with each pull of the trigger, sank rock-like back into its former boundaries, heavy and unnamed in her chest. The rest of the space she'd given over to the ring was a void that had to be filled with something so she didn't feel like a gore covered Ghetto Barbie.
She waved at Sliver when he appeared and started in his direction.
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