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The Huntress, pt. 1
by Jungura (bcampbel@highlander.cbnet.ns.ca)

As the sun broke through the trees, drops of morning dew hanging off the leaves and bushes sparkled. Among them relaxed Duma, a young svelte cat. Sniffing the morning breeze, she said to herself, "Ahh... what a beautiful sunrise!"

The sleek black feline leapt from her perch and smiled, surveying her territory with glimmering soft blue eyes. "I may be Predacon, but I can still experience the beauty this planet has to offer... whether Megatron likes it or not."

Suddenly hearing a noise, Duma turned her head quickly, ears straining to catch the faintest of sounds. "C'mon now," Duma muttered to herself as she twitched her easr, trying to determine what was making such a noise. Then the sound erupted again... it screamed, "HELP!"

"Someone needs help," she thought to herself. "Duma, Terrorize!" The cat quickly transformed into a sleek, black, winged robot.

"HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! SAVE ME! HEEELLLPPP!"

Alarmed, Duma fired up her afterburners and began homing in on the sound, following it. Suddenly, she came across the trouble-- nothing! It was Terrorsaur, laughing at her.

"Terrorsaur?!!" Duma gasped.

"Hahahaha... *squawk* Oh man! I can't believe you fell for that, Duma! AhahahahAHAHA..."

Duma felt the anger building up inside, and she exploded. "You stupid, ugly, immature piece of trash!! I've had enough of your jokes!" Unable to control herself, Duma uppercutted Terrorsaur in the jaw, then threw him into a tree and stepped on his neck. Leaning down, she whispered harshly, "The next time you try that, Needle-Nose, I'll bend your beak and slice your wings!" She kicked dirt on him. "Got it, Birdbrain?"

Terrorsaur nodded his head and Duma released him. With a loud squawk he flew again as fast as he could. Once he was at a safe distance, he turned and yelled, "Hahahahahaha! You're going to get it now, Duma! Megatron is gonna hear about this! Ha ha ha!" Terrorsaur flew away, still laughing.

Duma sighed heavily. "Oh man, I'm in for it now..." She reverted back to beast mode and as she began the slow walk back to Pred base, she still could hear that maniac Terrorsaur laughing in the distance. To comfort herself, Duma swore softly under her breath at him the entire walk back.

Duma walked into the base slowly, her head down, still cursing... and just as she expected, Megatron's voice echoed down the corridor. "Duma! Get in here! NOW!"

With a shudder, Duma stepped inside his chamber. "Y....ye..yes, M-Megatron?"

The huge commander towered over the petrified cat, his shadow cast over her. "Why did you try to scrap Terrorsaur?" Megatron roared.

"B-But I didn't even put a mark on him! He was able to get back here with no problem!" Duma protested.

"SILENCE! Why did you even touch him in the first place?" Megatron demanded.

"He played a joke! And also played me for a sap! It's no fair! Why am I always blamed?!"

Megatron paused for a moment as Duma stared angrily, tapping her claws on the floor. Finally, Megatron replied, "Fine. You may be excused, Duma. I shall deal with Terrorsaur later." Megatron cracked his knuckles. "Yessss..." he muttered.

Duma sighed and left the room, grinning to herself. "Ha ha... am I good or what?" she thought.

Without warning, Megatron burst out of the room and grabbed Duma by the scruff of the neck, lifting her off the ground. As he raced down the corridor with her, she struggled and shouted, "HEY! What gives, Megs?!"

"Stasis activity, three kilometres away from here. You're coming with me; we must reprogram the pod!"

"Well, you can at least let me down to transform," she growled as they left the base. Megatron dropped her unceremonoisly and she briskly transformed to robot mode.

"Now, let's go," Megatron growled, and they set off for the pod.

The Huntress, pt. 2
by Jungura (bcampbel@highlander.cbnet.ns.ca)

As she ran, Duma whined, "Megs... why couldn't ya have taken Tarantulus or something? I'm too tired!"

Megatron paused and looked back at her. "Shut up! You must learn about this war, and stasis pods. Now, COME ON!" The angered leader turned and ran again, taking the lead. Duma growled and followed.

Soon they had arrived at the stasis pod, and luckily found it in perfect condition. Megatron grinned at the pod before turning his gaze to Duma, only to see her staring off into space. "Duma! Look at the pod! You are beginning to TEST my PATIENTCE! Yessss....!!"

Duma quickly turned to Megatron with a growled sigh. "So Megs, whatcha waiting for? Reprogram your precious pod!"

Megatron glared at her. "No... you do it! You have to learn!"

Duma looked at Megatron, then at the pod, and made a face. "Will you PLEASE take this 'learning' business and shove it?!"

Megatron looked at her with surprise, then anger, before picking her up and throwing her into the pod. "Do it! NOW!!"

As Megatron darkly wished that Duma would take her attitude and shove THAT, a fuming Duma crashed into the pod. Angrily she struck it, and suddenly it came to life and began searching for life forms.

Astonished, Megatron stared at her. "D-- Dum! H-- How did you do that? How did you program the pod so quicky?"

Duma shrugged. "I dunno."

The pod suddenly interjected, stating its find-- a cougar. Suddenly the top hatch opened, revealing a shiny red and black robot. Peering inside, Megatron and Duma stared in fascination at the inhabitant-- it was clearly female, with huge wings folded underneath it.She was beautiful,way more then Duma and the other females in this war.Small guns were attached to the wings, and long black metal 'hair' blazed down her back. Not only that, but two huge guns (one a nuclear disruptor) and a sharp energon machete were also very visible.

The sleek robot opened wild yellow eyes, quickly coming online. Sitting up, she said aloud, "H... huh? W...where am I?" She saw Duma and Megatron watching her, and frowned at the female.

Duma frowned in return. "Hmmm... you look familiar... like I saw you many years ago..."

The robot stood, climbing out of the pod. "I'm Jungura. I had a sister named Duma long ago, but I haven't seen her in ages."

Ancient memory circuits buzzed and Duma's eyes opened wide, a burst of happiness coming over her. "Jungura! It's me! Your sister, Duma!"

Jungura seemed shocked, but then realization dawned on her as well. "Duma! My sister, I have finally found you!!"

The two sisters embraced warmly. "I missed you, sister," Jungura whispered.

Duma hugged her tighter. "I missed you too, sis."

Finally, Megatron could not contain himself any longer. "Save the reunion for later, girls!" he bellowed, causing Jungura to shudder. "For now we have a problem!!"

"Who is he, Duma?" Jungura asked.

Duma glanced at Megatron, then back at her sister. "That's our leader, Megatron... or as I call him, The Foghorn." As Jungura laughed, Duma turned her attention back to the fuming Tyrannosaurus. "So, Megs, what's the problem."

Too angry to speak, Megatron pointed out towards the open savannah. There, the Predacons saw Rattrap and Cheetor a distance off, approaching their position.

Even though he was far away, Cheetor was still able to have some fun. Laughing loudly, he called, "What's new, Megatron?"

Besides him, Rattrap grinned. "Tsk tsk... who are the two chicks, Megs?"

"These two 'chicks' or whatever you're calling them, vermin, are my two newest soldiers! Yessss.... girls, show these two Maximals what you can do!"

Duma and Jungura exchanged a grin and glanced back at the two Maximals, who were already shifting into their battle modes. "Ready, sis?" Duma asked.

"Ready! Rrowwr...." Jungura replied.

Rattrap looked at Cheetor. "They can't beat us! You take that new Pred, and I'll get the other one!"

Cheetor nodded and the Maximals prepared for battle.

With a roar, Jungura jumped onto Cheetor, kicking him savagely in the chest . Duma struck equally hard at Rattrap, causing him to cry out. Cheetor winced in sympathy. "That had to hurt..." he muttered.

Rattrap glared at his teammate. "Well, what do you think it did, stupid? Of course it hurt!"

Megatron stood on the sidelines, laughing wholeheartedly as Jungura unleashed one of her weapons upon Cheetor, burning him ruthlessly from head to foot. Screaming with pain, Cheetor converted to beast mode and ran off, leaving an infuriated Rattrap alone. "You little twerp!" he yelled. "Get back here!"

"Ahh, shut up... vermin!" Duma yelled, and knocked Rattrap to the ground. Just as she prepared to shoot him, however, the rat dropped to beast mode. Before he could scurry off, Duma grabbed his tail. "Enjoy the spin cycle, rat!" she chuckled, and began swinging Rattrap around at great speed.

"Swing your partner round and round," Duma sang, while Jungura sat,chuckling and enjoying the show.

Duma smashed Rattrap into a tree, but continued spinning him even more. Suddenly she released her grip, and as Rattrap soared off into the distance, she yelled, "And we have lift-off! Betcha this time you wish you were a bat, huh?" She laughed as her comments were answered by a loud thump in the distance.

As the sisters congratulated each other, even Megatron seemed impressed by Jungura's performance. Suddenly, his communicator fizzled with static, only to be filled by Inferno's voice. "My Queen!" he exclaimed, and Jungura was unable to supress a giggle.

"We are under attack," Inferno continued. "---ots of-- --aximals--"

As the communications failed, Megatron looked at his two warriors. "The base is under attack... come, we haven't much time." The T-Rex lumbered off, and the sisters dropped to beast mode and followed. As they got closer and closer to the base, all they could hear were gunshots and screams.

The Huntress, pt. 3
by Jungura (bcampbel@highlander.cbnet.ns.ca)

As the three Predacons drew closer to the base, the sounds of weaponfire grew louder. Megatron and Duma seemed very angry, but Jungura was nervous. The base finally came into view, and all the Maximals were there... Optimus Primal, Cheetor, Rattrap, Dinobot, Tigatron, Rhinox, Airazor.

Megatron looked back at the two females trailing him, his eyes blazing. "TRANSFORM!!" he roared, and Duma and Jungura terrorized immediately, reshaping into robot mode.

Unexpectedly, a large pterodactyl flew over the horizon, very close to them. "Blastblazer, terrorize!" he shrieked, and a mighty orange and silver humanoid landed before them. Jungura was impressed by his speed, huge array of firepower, and weaponry. "I am the newest addition to the Predacon fleet," he said with an evil smile.

Megatron nodded curtly. "We've met." "I was speaking to the ladies." Blastblazer turned to try and woo Duma, but she had other things on her mind.

Focused on the base, Duma ground her teeth. "Let's kick some butt! YAA!" she screamed, moving to charge towards the base.

"No!" BlastBlazer tackled her, knocking her off her feet. "It's too risky!"

Duma turned to face the robot, but Megatron siezed her suddenly, grabbing her by the neck and covering her mouth with his hand. "Hey, no fair!" she choked, swinging her arms about violently and managing to hit Megatron in the face.

Jungura peered at Duma. "Smarten up, sis!" she exclaimed, giving the Predacon a smack.

On the sidelines, Blastblazer watched the scene until he could take no more. "Hurry up! We have a battle to be won, you know! Remember the Maximals? Sheesh..."

Duma quieted, and Megatron released her. "Duma," he growled, "You and BlastBlazer take to the air. Jungura, come with me!"

Megatron and Jungura moved off quickly, and Duma was left standing beside her new partner. "Great, just great," she muttered under her breath. "I'm stuck with THIS guy."

BlastBlazer glared at her. "Just shut up and come on."

Together the two Predacons went airborne, and as they approached the scene of the battle BlastBlazer turned to address Duma. "You take Airazor. I'll handle Primal."

"Don't boss me around!" she hissed in reply.

BlastBlazer shook his head, frustrated. "Stubborn," he muttered under his breath.

"Damn straight!" she spat back.

Near the base, Megatron glanced down at Jungura,who looked up at him,her bright yellow optics shimmering. "Listen. You sneak into the base and turn on the defenses. You're made for stealth, but be careful... a few Maximals appear to be inside, as well. Good luck-- go now!"

Jungura nodded and slipped silently past a pair of unaware Maximals, quietly slid past an airvent, and entered the base.

Terrorsaur began to divebomb Tigatron, laughing to himself. "Don't you cats ever get sick of being curious?" he squawked.

Tigatron growled under his breath and shot at Terrorsaur, blasting him to the ground. "No, birdbrain... sometimes being curious works!"

Savoring his moment of glory, Tigatron did not notice the long shadow being cast behind him. "Hey, 'Stripes'... welcome to hell! Yess...." Tigatron didn't even have time to turn around before he was blasted sky-high by a point-blank plasma blaster, courtesy of a gleeful Megatron.

Duma brought Airazor into her sights and swooped down towards her. "Hey, ya sorry excuse for pillow stuffing! Over here!"

Startled, Airazor looked about her but could see no one. Suddenly, Duma exploded from nowhere, slamming into Airazor at top speed and sending both of them plummeting down towards the ground.

Duma kicked in her jets and saved herself from a deadly crash, soaring off to the side. Desperately Airazor managed to alter her course and slammed into a row of bushes, instead of the hard ground. The fall took its toll, however, and her optics faded.

Duma landed nearby and hurried over to peer at the Maximal. "Yeah! Take that, you flying turkey!" Laughing, Duma took to the air once more, quite pleased.

BlastBlazer was taunting the Maximal leader,Optimus,and he was enjoying every minute of it. "Come on, ya overweight monkey!" he taunted. "Betcha I can make a toaster outta ya!"

Angrily Optimus lunged for him, and BlastBlazer dodged. Optimus turned, and then smiled. "Prime jets, maximum burn!" he growled, and as his jets exploded into flames, BlastBlazer squawked in alarm.

Optimus smashed hard into the Predacon, destroying his jets. As he began to fall, BlastBlazer grabbed desperately at Optimus. He took one of his bombs, pressed a button to arm it, and wedged it into Optimus' armor.

Primal stopped immediately, struggling to free the bomb as BlastBlazer landed ungracefully in a tree. Without warning, the bomb exploded.

Inside the base, Jungura was searching desperately for the computers. "Man," she muttered. "Megatron's a dunce sending me in here to turn on a defense system! I was never IN this stupid place before!"

Dinobot and Rhinox suddenly sprang out from nowhere, blocking her path. "Not so fast, cat!" Dinobot snarled.

"Tsk... nice try, Predacon...." Rhinox yelled.

Jungura looked at the two of them, then past them to the computer array. "Oh no," she whispered. "...What am I gonna do?" she shuddered and took a step back as the two Maximals menacingly approached.

The Huntress, pt. 4
by Jungura (bcampbel@highlander.cbnet.ns.ca)

Jungura cursed herself for being so stupid. Dinobot and Rhinox towered overhead, and beyond them was the goal she had to reach... the computer. She HAD to turn on the defenses-- she darted forward.

"You're not going anywhere, Predacon!" Dinobot said as he fired his eyebeams into Jungura; she screamed in pain. Rhinox joined in the fray, pummeling her with his chaingun. By the time he paused in his firing Jungura's metal was dented and burnt, and she had never felt so close to death,and she just got here. One chance... just one...

Shakily she stood before them, quietly unsheathing her sharp energon knife out of their range of sight. Dinobot bent to grab her, but she raised her knife and jabbed it viciously into the Maximal's back. "RAAGGH!" he screamed. "You will DIE, you pest!"

Dinobot tried to snatch Jungura up but she sidestepped quickly, and raised her knife to attack him again. Suddenly Rhinox's powerful arms closed around her, pulling her away. "Ahh! Let me go!" she cried.

Rhinox held her tightly as he looked over to Dinobot, who was suffering greatly from his wound. His optics dark, Rhinox turned to his Predacon prisoner. "Forgive me for what I must do...." he growled.

Rhinox pressed his chaingun into Jungura's sleek waist and fired once more, dropping her as he did so. She landed in a crumpled pile on the ground and did not stir.

Dinobot pulled himself up as Rhinox bent over the small form. "Well?" he snarled.

Rhinox turned to the velociraptor, his face solemn but relieved. "She's dead."

Having reunited with Megatron, Duma found herself beginning to worry about her sister. "Megatron!" she hissed. "Jungura should have been done by now! Where are the defenses? Where is my sister? If she's hurt, I promise you, I'll bring hell upon your spark!"

Duma's voice was growing louder and louder. Megatron shot her a distasteful look, then peered at the base. "Hmmm... she may have been struck down by the Maximals inside. Duma, you go in and look... take BlastBlazer with you."

Duma growled and glanced over at BlastBlazer, who was standing with an impatient look on his face. "And what are you going to do, Megs?" she asked angrily. "Sit out here and talk to yourself?!"

Without warning, Megatron spun around and struck Duma across the face, throwing her to the ground. "How dare you speak to me that way!" He leaned over on top of her (Not in that was you sick person,you! :-) ) and pressed his hand across her throat.Duma snarled,her optics flaring and her teeth grinding.Megatron was amazed that she was standing up to him.Duma slapped the leader in the face,but,it done her no good.

Okay,you idiot,I'll go...but if something happened to my sister I'll...." Duma snarled.

"Good girl,now, get in there and find Jungura. NOW!" Megatron replied

Duma stood and managed to find just enough time to flip Megatron off before she and BlastBlazer plunged into the base.

Megatron turned back to his view of the fight, shaking his head. "Women," he muttered.

Deep inside the base, Duma could hear the groans of Dinobot. Growling, she moved faster.

"Duma, wait!" BlastBlazer exclaimed from behind. "It's too dangerous!"

"If you think it's too dangerous, just stay behind!" she shouted and continued moving.

Cursing under his breath, BlastBlazer sped up. "Duma, get back here! Now!" He squeezed off a shot from his gun, striking Duma.

"What did you do that for?" Duma's eyes blazed. "You freakin' slagpile!"

BlastBlazer lifted his gun to Duma's head. "Calm down."

"I WON'T calm down!" she screamed. "My sister's in here and she may be hurt! Now BACK OFF! LET ME GO!!"

BlastBlazer released her and she ran angrily down the empty corridor. "Duma, get back here now!" he yelled, but he knew it was hopeless.

Rounding a corner, Duma stopped short when she spotted a small, blackened form lying in her path. Leaning closer, she saw the burnt skin, the dented armor, the faded opticals... and the face of her sister.

"NOOO!" Duma screamed, dropping to the ground and pulling the lifeless form close. She began to cry. "My sister... g...gone.... n..no!"

BlastBlazer came across her suddenly, stopping in surprise. "What happened?" "What do you THINK happened?" Duma spat. "Look! My sister's... dead!" She coiled a fist and smashed it into the wall as BlastBlazer rushed to the computers and turned on the defense system.

Outside the Predacon base, the weapons array activated and began firing. Dinobot, Rhinox, Airazor, Tigatron, and Rattrap took off at a run. Cheetor followed, holding the gathered pieces of his fallen leader in his arms.

"Victory! YEEEESSSSSS!" screamed Megatron as he watched the Maximals run. Equally delighted, Waspinator spiraled down from the sky and shot a fleeing Rhinox square in the ass.

The Predacons went inside of the base, heading for the repair chambers. Megatron went to his command room and sat down in his chair, quite pleased.

The door slammed open and Duma stalked in, seething and carrying the mangled body of Jungura with her. Carefully she laid it down, then focused on Megatron. "Come here, you no good PIECE OF TRASH!!" Duma sprang at the Predacon leader. "Because of your STUPID plan, Jungura is DEAD! You stupid purple FREAK! Should turn you into a TOASTER! Why didn't you send ME in instead?!SHE WAS INEXPERIENCED,AND DIDN'T KNOW THE BASE FROM LEFT TO RIGHT!!!!I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!!!!!!"

Her eyes flaring with anger, Duma hissed and aimed her gun at Megatron's head, tears running down her face.

Megatron thought for a moment... he couldn't think of an excuse for this one.

A well-placed kick in the face brought Megatron's attention back to the moment. "Answer me, NOW! Don't test my patience, rustbucket, or I'll BLOW YOUR SLAGGIN' HEAD OFF!!"

Megatron remained silent, and Duma shot him.

Megatron cried out in pain and the other Predacons stared first at him, and then at Duma. She lifted her weapon towards them but the ammunition was gone; dropping it, she went to Jungura and knelt beside her. "Don't worry, my sister... I will avenge your death... and I will find a way to bring you back... I promise you..." She lifted determined eyes to her teammates. "Who is with me? Who is ready to KICK SOME MAXIMAL BUTT?!"

The Predacons backed away. "We all need to repair... we can't help... get some rest, Duma... take a break!" Megatron studdered.

Duma turned away from them. "Fine, then. I'll do it MYSELF! Slag you all; slag every one of you, cowards!" She picked her sister's body up and took her to her chambers. Gently, Duma laid her sister down. "Wish me luck, sister," she whispered.

Soon she was outside of the base, filled with sadness, rage, rejection, vengeance. She looked about her with wild eyes, growled, and made a mad dash... heading towards the Maximal base... determined... determined... to avenge and bring back her sister....

The Huntress, pt. 5
by Jungura (bcampbel@highlander.cbnet.ns.ca)

Duma trudged angrily towards the Axalon. All she could think about was Jungura's death. "I'll get my revenge... I promise you, my sister... I'll get my revenge on the scum who killed you..." She wiped a tear from her face, running the gauntlet of emotions from pain to determination, from sorrow to rage.

Finally, the Axalon came into view. "Duma... TERRORIZE!" she growled, transforming. Landing nearby, she noted that Sentinel was on, and that two Maximals were moving nearby. Looking closer, she recognized them as... the killers of Jungura! Rhinox and Dinobot!

Clenching her robotic fists, Duma screamed, "RRRRRROOOOARRKillers of my sister, you will DIE!"

The two Maximals looked up in shock as Duma raced towards them suddenly. "I'm going to enjoy this," she growled. "Jungura would have... if she weren't DEAD!" Duma caught her breath and unsheathed her sword, lifting it high as she sprang into the air, landing behind Rhinox. Neither Maximal had time to react before Duma slammed her weapon into Rhinox's back, slicing a huge gash that sprayed mech fluid everywhere.

Rhinox cried out and spun, striking out at Duma and very nearly making contact with her. With a roar of outrage, Duma shot him in the head with her blaster.

Panicked, Dinobot began to back away. "And where do you think you're going, dino?" she fumed as she pounced at him.

"Back up! We need back up, NOW!" Dinobot shouted into his communicator as Duma took the opportunity to shoot him in the leg.

"Oh, no you don't," said Duma as she lifted her sword up, then jammed it into Dinobot's back. She took satisfaction from his screams, and smiled as his optics went dark. "That was for my dear sister Jungura," she hissed, as she yanked her sword from his back.

Duma looked up as Sentinel deactivated and Optimus Primal came running out. Duma clenched her sword and gun tightly. "C'mon!" she yelled. "Bring it on!" She began to cry again as she set herself for battle. "I can take it... for Jungura's sake..."

Optimus squared off. "What's wrong, Predacon?" he taunted. "Sad because your sister died? Well, good for you. You deserve some pain, for all the evil you've committed! Jungura deserved it too!"

Duma clenched her teeth. "You leave Jungura OUT of this!" she screamed. "I'm not weak! I'll show you what I can do, you ugly piece of slaggin' JUNK! Leave my sister alone!" Duma roared and leaped forwards.

Optimus shot her with his cannons and she went flying back, smashing into a tree. He kept shooting her ruthlessly, not letting up. Duma closed her eyes to think about her fate. Oh, Jungura... if you can hear me... don't w..worry... I may be j..joining you soon... please give me the s..strength to d..defeat O..Optimus...

Duma could feel the courage and strength building inside her, and she got to her feet. "H-how am I d-doing this? I don't feel so weak anymore!" Duma grabbed her sword and gun and began to attack Optimus, giving him more of a fight than he had bargained for. Optimus grabbed Dinobot and Rhinox and pulled them within the safety of Sentinel before Duma could do any more damage.

"Beast mode," Duma said, then looked up into the sky. "Thanks, Jungura... thank you so much." Smiling faintly, she began to walk away.

Duma stepped into the base, and immediately stopped in shock. Megatron and all the other Predacons were standing around a large, elevated table, upon which lay the body of Jungura.

"What are you doing?" Duma asked angrily, pushing her way to her sister's side.

"We have found a way to possibly bring Jungura back," Tarantulus cackled. "But it is very risky."

"What is it?" Duma asked. "I'll do anything!"

"You will have to give up some of your life energy to Jungura... afterwards it will take several hours for you to revive and you will feel very weak... but you will recover. Are you up to it, Duma?"

Duma looked at her sister. "Hook me up," she said softly. "I'll do it."

Transforming to robot mode, Duma sat down next to Jungura's body and took her sister's hand. Tarantulus hooked several machines into Duma and flipped a switch. Duma gasped in pain at first, then weakened as the process ran.

After several moments, Jungura's optics sputtered, then lit brilliantly, as she coughed and looked around in confusion. She caught sight of her sister and gasped. "Duma!" she whispered.

Duma lifted her head. "Jungura!" she cried, and the sisters hugged.

"Now, both of you get into the CR chambers," Tarantulus directed. "You need to recharge."

Duma obliged, joy overpowering her. She had her sister back... and she had proved to her entire team... that she had the instincts and the courage... of a true HUNTRESS.

THE END