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Amy shifted on the rock, still feeling the dampness. Idly she picked up a throwing knife, playing with it in her hand. Obediently the knife danced between her fingers, stopping and turning as she pleased. Again Echo parroted what she said. He had earned his name very aptly. Quickly losing interest in him Amy flicked the blade into a tree a short distance away. Looking down at Echo she smiled. Want to play a game? She loved games.
Granted, most of her games tended to involve pain, but she certainly loved to play. The games weren't particularly dangerous if one knew what they were doing, but whether Amy was actually being challenged to work for a win or laughing as the other danced in pain, Amy would enjoy herself. It didn't matter what game they played, though dancing definitely seemed to be an option. Hide and seek or tag would be fun as well. Amy grinned placidly at her guest.
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