"You know Bell, there are certain moments when I am with you, that I seriously wonder why you do the things that you do. This is definitely one of these moments."
"What makes you say that?" Belladonna asked, as she pulled the venom tipped dagger out of her arm.
She was sat on a log, hunched over whilst her Fox Figurine clone stood behind her. Her already revealing armour had peeled itself back, exposing her bare back to the clone. That was also helping with the heat, which was still making Belladonna sweat like a politician when they have to take 'responsibility'.
Using Belladonna's crystal knife, and the replicated knowledge it had stuck in its head, the clone was carving an impressively intricate series of Glyphs across her entire back, between her shoulder blades.
