The top level of this particular ship is overrun with enemy soldiers. That's what makes it the perfect spot.

An invisible force bowls through an entire line of soldiers, chopping, slicing, and spinning.

A not-so-invisible purple comet mimics the actions on the other side of the top deck, knives and fists both flying to and fro. They enjoy fighting like this.

The two stop, a hushed form of smoke and a purple halt.

Finley and Jacamar stand face to face for the first time in a very, very long time.

"Oh, hey Jace. I just told someone I was you." Finley starts with a grin.

"Funny!" She quips back, returning the smile. "I just told someone I was you."

The soldiers around them close in, rifles ready. They flip back to back quickly. "Just like old times, huh?" Jacamar mutters, though playfully.

"Just like old times." Finley echoes, crouching, a knife appearing in each hand.

They continue fighting back to back. Some things never change. "Oh! Foxhound is here! Tried to stab my son." Finley remarks, casually stabbing someone in the eye and twisting their body around to use as a human shield.

"Foxhound?" Jacamar vanishes and appears behind another two soldiers, extending her hands in the blink of an eye. They fall to the ground, dead. "As in Habit DuBose? What an asshole."

"The only thing he'll be inhabiting is a grave once I'm through with him." Finley drops the body and electrocutes a row of soldiers with a two-fingered spike outwards.

"Meh, pick on someone your own size. That wannabe spaceslinger's nothing."

A ship of worshipers swings towards the one they fight on. A couple dozen blindfolded warriors step off. "Hey, Fin, remember-"

"Actually! It's only Finley now." They wince. "Finn's taken. Try again."

"Alright then." Jacamar glances at Finley, stepping back towards the circle of their ring of death. "Remember that time at Opal's cult rave thing...?"

Finley grins and pauses, throwing their knife and nailing some poor soldier in the eye. "Say no more."

The two move towards one another, pressing their backs together once more. The worshipers mingle with the soldiers and encircle them. Finley and Jacamar extend their hands and turn. Rage is pulled in a wave from the soldiers and worshipers on Finley's side. Life is drawn out with a hiss from those on Jacamar's side. A half-circle each. They continue to move in this circle. Reaching the other's half, they switch gears. Finley releases the rage in a storm, and Jacamar screams out her energy, deafening those in front of her. They all stumble down to the ground, dead or unconscious.

"Like a strike, from bowling." Jace laughs, rubbing her hands together gleefully.

"The sport." Finley adds, for clarification.... Maybe. "You've gotten better at that." They continue. "I figured all that time on Eden would have weakened you."

"Nah. It only pissed me off more."

Finley interrupts again before she can say too much more, turning to their friend- enemy- whatever they are. "So, you going to explain the kid?"

Jacamar's face softens. "I don't know how to explain it. I couldn't just leave her. At first, I mean..." She laughs and drags a hand through her hair, almost nervously. "I thought she was just another channel."

"She's not." Finley hisses. "Clearly, she is much more than that. A girl like her could destroy everything."

They wave a hand before the other can think of a response. "It doesn't matter. We'll talk more once this is over."

Finley perks up suddenly, head turning. "A great darkness has entered the field of battle." They mutter, squinting.

"It seeks the hybrid." Jacamar remarks.

"Gut it." Finley hisses through their teeth.

"With pleasure."

Finley shoots away and Keith vanishes into a whirl of smoke.