Sharon's whole body tensed at the exposure of the woman's sharpened canines drawing closer and closer yet.
"It's about time you return to the Hell from which you were spawned." Scowled a voice from somewhere within the trees.
Madame Scarlet snapped her head in the direction of the voice with a hiss. Her fangs jutting out even further. Further than Sharon thought possible.
A bolt of purple electricity sailed between the trees--it's sender leaping out right alongside it. Her long silvery hair blowing about wildly in the wind.
"Morgan Lacroix..." Madame Scarlet muttered. It was a the kind of murmur...
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