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Agate brushed off her armor, feeling the sting of the walls against her back. Her mask was undamaged, as well as most of her form, but it did leave a slight bruise in her pride.

"You want to fight, whelp?" Hissed Fire Agate through her mask. Her gem began to glow as the orb on the tip of her pike caught fire. She charged at Zircon again, this time firing her orb as well.