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Nimm had moved to walk around outside by herself. She was bear foot, so the trail of dead and dried up grass was a good enough clue to anyone if they wanted to follow her. She stretched her arms up, taking a deep breath of the air. It was different somehow. It felt odd too, sort of uncomfortable, or tinged with something she wasn't familiar with. A few tremors in the ground were what caught her attention most. She never remembered an earth quake occurring since she'd been around.

She'd listen as he spoke, not turning to look at him just yet. She nodded, still looking toward the city. She heard him sigh however and turned to see teh reason why. A moment later she flipped back, avoiding the scythe that managed to catch her coat. The torn piece fell to the ground quietly as Nimm stood to stare at Singe. Mercury eyes studied him a moment, not afraid still, just confused.

"I make people sick, not kill them." She corrected, moving to fold her hands behind her back. A faint smile creased her lips for a moment. "I find it odd that the first time I met you, I was scared, and you were just being friendly. Your trying to kill me now, and I feel rather calm." Apparently her confusion wasn't about why he was trying to kill her. A moment later she shrugged. "Guess I should of expected this then." she smiled now and slid her foot back. "This probably won't last long, but you realize it wouldn't be fair to make this easy for you."

"I think your wasting time." she said simply, gesturing toward what he was doing. "Your faster then me Singe. There is no real reason for you to use Jashin to kill me." She held her hand out and let her flame spark to life. It grew and spun two lengths together till it was a basic bo staff length, then solidified.

She moved and held it with both hands, before smudging the circle under him, the color of her flame adding to the circle. "You're an infection upon humanity and an infection upon the creatures this planet creates; what you touch loses the ability to live. You're sick, cruel, sadistic...a monster!" she repeated. "You realize those are all words I've heard before right? It's nothing new to me, neither is the promise you're trying to break." She walked around, redesigning the circle as she went. Once back to the spot she had started from she took a few steps back. She hadn't leafed through the grimoire without learning anything. The circle was void to her now. "My turn to ask a question. "What spurred this? I don't think this has anything to so with you not eating recently, but then again, I wouldn't know."

"Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, and dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell." Nimm quoted, She dropped her staff and let it torch the ground in front of her. She made a solid wall of it before the first scythe hit. It embedded itself in the solid flame. She skipped a few lines in teh poem she quoted, jumping right to teh end. Her wall wasn't going to hold as the rest of the Scythes crashed into it, breaking pieces off.

"One short sleep past, wee wake eternally. And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die." She was sure to say the last part a bit clearer, hoping to drive the last bit home. What would he do once he'd gone and killed everyone? The wall broke and a scythe cut deep into her left shoulder causing her to fall back with the force. Oddly enough it didn't hurt, then again adrenaline was acting as Novocain in her system, so she didn't bother to look at the damage. It was deep, she knew that much, and she was getting rather cold, and tired. She closed her eyes, death wasn't so bad, just like going to sleep.

((giving credit where it is due. Poem is "Death be not proud, though some have called thee" by John Donne.))

The scythe that hit her initially had ripped through the artery in her shoulder. She was bleeding out, her blood soaking into teh ground and killing grass, flowers, and nearby bushes, so cracking her eyes open to look up at him was harder than it should of been. Pain was starting to kick in as well, and breathing was getting harder. She watched him, wondering why he was pausing "Are you afraid?" she asked quietly.

She briefly wondered if bringing him back was a mistake. True what was going on now didn't hurt nearly as much as what Bastion did before, and it helped that her mind was starting to numb. Still, now she wondered if his current existence was better then his prior. Somehow the outcome seemed worse to her.

She bit her lip and winced when he started reconnecting things, stupid consciousness kicked back in. She wasn't sure what hurt worse, having things be ripped through, or having things be put back. She'd be taking a few deep breaths, now that she could, and look back up at him. Hadn't they discussed something similar to this awhile back. She nodded in reply, she felt like she'd be sick if she tried to say anything. The word mortal seemed to echo in her head again, and this little scene here wasn't helping in driving it away.

She was almost sure he'd been in her head. Had he? Ack, that was beside the point, she was more focused at why he was sitting on her. "Your smiling..." she noticed, taking the opportunity to speak now that she was no longer bleeding or in pain for that matter. She could still feel that shifting feeling though, now taking note of his physical change.

His explanation was enough for her, though the wording of the last bit, as well as what he asked had her questioning things again. "I swear you hear what I'm thinking sometimes." she said, looking back up at him. She wondered briefly how to word what she wanted to ask, though her mouth seemed to act without her thinking for the first time. "Can you make me immortal like you?" she asked, though it sounded somewhat timid, like a kid asking for something they already knew the answer to.