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Jane landed on the witch and threw a few punches to her face while she was on top of her.


"Had enough now? Want some more?!? HERE, HAVE SOME!!!" She threw some more punches while she started to laugh madly.
 
Sighing, jaguar like fangs appeared in Sonja's mouth. Then quickly, she sunk them into Jane's main artery in her neck.
 
"AAAAARGH!!!" Jane shrieked in pain and backed away from the witch while pressing on her own throaty to stop the bleeding.


"Air.... I can't breath... You're... So dead Bi**h..." She wobbled and fell on the ground, trying to grab her gun and defend herself before dieing.
 
Percy was still, frozen in ice, and then he was on fire. 


He broke free of the ice, taking time to stop, drop and roll, before bolting over to jane, already summoning blood


"shitshitshit. c'mon, i'll help you"


Percy began to use his tendrils to seal jane's wounds.
 
Smirking on the building top, the real Sonja happily tapped her fingers. These illusions sure do pay off.
 
"C-come back... Help..." She started to cry as she felt, once again, her life slipping away.


She smiled at Percy, while she sniffed and cried softly.


But she lost too much blood and she died of hemorragia.


She let her gun and went limp, as her eyes turned lifeless.


But then something strange happened, her lifeless body started to glow and become blindingly radiant, until in place of a corpse laid another young woman, blonde but much younger and without an eye patch. She had long curly hair and was clad in some sort of red vintage dress with a blood red flower over her breast. She had a belt with a pair of guns and an outdated rifle was lying beside her.


The girl woke up, revealing emerald green eyes. "Was... Was ist loss?"  She said with a clear German accent.
 
Assuming Sonja was gone, the girl steps forward towards the two others, hands in her pockets. "Well, well. That was quite a fight. What was that even about, anyways?"
 
"Well that's something one doesn't see every day." Percy muttered.


"Was what lost?" He asked the girl in the dress, before turning to look at the aproaching person.


"Bad guy, if I had to guess. Illusionist, fucks with your head."
 
The girl blinked her eyes and lifted herself up hastly, she looked around her with a confused look, this was clearly not Berlin!


When a girl walked near her the blonde girl scrambled to grab her rifle, there was some fright in her face, but her hands were firm on the rifle, as if she was ready to strike the other girl if she revealed herself as an enemy.


"W-Wer bist du? Ich bin im Himmel? Oder Hölle?" She stept back, unsure what those two wanted from her.


(PS: I'm using Google Translate, I apologize to any german in this RP :3)
 
Turning to face the girl in the dress, her tone changes to something calmer. "No need to panic, we won't attack you- or at least, I won't." She shoots a suspicious glare to percy before turning back to the girl again. "Er- do you speak English?"
 
"Um, hey, do you know English?" Percy attempted to calm the rifle wielding girl, then turned to the other speaker 


"you know about them?"
 
The girl nodded "Y-ya I speak a bit of Englisch... are you... are you Amerikaner?" She asked shyly while looking around.
 
Willa snorted. "Know about them? I was one of them, not so long ago." She sighed, absently tracing a faded rune on her shoulder. "They cast me out, tried to strip me of my Marks- but I ran." She shook her head, snapping out of her reverie. "
 
"Canadian, actually. I'm Percy, and you are?"


He offered her his hand, trying his best to look friendly.


Turning to glare at the ex-nephilim, Percy growled.


"I should kill you"
 
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The girl whirled around to face the newcomer, eyes slitted, a knife appearing in each hand. "Who are you?"
 
She looked at Percy hand, uncertain whenever she should or not. But then she smiled and shook it. "I'm Emily Jaeger, I'm from Russland" But then her face saddened suddently "A-are we dead? I ask it because I remember being shoot down..." 
 
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Willa turns and blinks at Percy. "Hey, what's your problem? And Emily, we're not dead- though everyone else in this city is."
 
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She looked at Percy hand, uncertain whenever she should or not. But then she smiled and shook it. "I'm Emily Jaeger, I'm from Russland" But then her face saddened suddently "A-are we dead? I ask it because I remember being shoot down..." 
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Percy sighed for the umpteenth time that day "No, we're not dead, were in Germany. Amid I'm pretty sure I just watched someone die then.. Become you.. "


He he pulled his hand back after shaking, and strolled over to one of the corpses.


"Yeah, it's bothering me too. Sonja definitely didn't kill these people. "
 
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