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Amora watched the interaction between Cabacci and The Boss, feigning disinterest. She could somewhat see through his facade, noticing his eyes moving around as if looking for something. Probably the arrow. Amora looked him directly in the eyes, a smirk crossing her face despite the danger she...

As Black Dahlia collided with the floor, Amora coughed up a very small amount of blood. She smiled despite the situation she was in. “But… I have no interest in working with you,” she said coolly. “Nothing would disgust me more, in fact.” Black Dahlia disappeared as she walked toward Cabacci...

Amora glanced at Cabacci, gave a wink, and nodded. “Indeed we will.” With that, Black Dahlia narrowed its eyes and attempted to drive its knife-like arm into the man’s chest. Amora’s cocky expression grew in intensity, and she looked more confident than she ever had during this fight. “I’d be...

Amora’s determination faltered upon seeing Cabacci and True Blue prepare to fight alongside her and Black Dahlia. She still found the bravery to retort to his threat. “Oh, that’s not gonna happen,” she replied as Black Dahlia charged at the Boss, ignoring his Stand and going for his throat. “We...

As Amora took the hit, she coughed up a small amount of blood. She looked at the man with renewed determination. Despite her injuries, she smiled. “No matter how long it takes, I will stay here and keep fighting. I could do this all day, amigo,” she said, making a ‘come at me’ gesture. “Let’s...

Amora watched Cabacci throw True Blue in front of Black Dahlia, her adrenaline making the brief moment seem like slow motion. She looked at Cabacci for a second, unsure whether to keep attacking, or to stop and help him. Amira decided the former was the better option. Black Dahlia slashed at...

Amora’s cool expression twisted into a snarl upon seeing the abilities of the man’s Stand. As she yelled back, her accent became more pronounced. “Listen here, you malparido! I’m gonna make you wish tu puta madre never tangoed with your pendejo of a father!” Black Dahlia manifested in front of...

When she was called out on her falsehood, Amora’s terrified expression melted into the same apathetic one she had when she faced the Stand users that had come before him. She chuffed out a laugh, but there was no humor behind it. “Well you’re certainly smarter than you look,” she said, glancing...

Amora’s eyes widened further as she saw the Stand attack Cabacci. She stepped forward, the trembling in her voice and hands not entirely made up now. “What are you doing? He said you have some sort of powers…” She looked down at Cabacci, commanding him to get up in her mind. Then, Amora looked...

Amora looked at Cabacci, and then back at the man in front of them. She pretended not to see his Stand, as it might provide a small advantage if he believed she wasn’t a Stand user. But if he knew already, her efforts would prove futile. She tried her hardest to seem like a scared damsel in...

Suddenly, the dart in Amora’s hand crumbled into nothingness. She stood up and extended her hand toward Courtesy Call. “Not much else,” she replied as her cold expression faded away. She almost seemed to feel sorry for her. “Now get out of here. My Black Dahlia should have healed your leg enough...

Amora cocked her head to the side, removing her hand from Courtesy Call’s face. Her smile disappeared, and she wiped the spit from her cheek. “You know, I gave you the opportunity to choose what you were going to do. You knew how it felt to lose that ability, but you still defied me,” she said...

Black Dahlia phased out of existence, and Amora’s gaze lingered for a moment on Damiano’s corpse, but Cabacci’s words snapped her out of her strange reverie. She blinked and looked at him with the same cold expression she had before. When she spoke, she seemed to be miles away. “Why?” Amora...

Amora nodded, turning to Damiano and grinning like a fox. “I’m sorry, my little perrito, but we can’t simply let you live,” she said coolly, twisting her hair with one of her fingers idly. “You promise you won’t talk, but I know you people, being one of them myself.” She glanced at him before...

Amora smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Why would I do that?” She hissed into Damiano’s ear. Despite her words, Black Dahlia withdrew slightly, but remained in contact with him. At the mention of his family, she continued, “You do? I have a family, too, but I doubt you would’ve cared...

Amora narrowed her eyes, not quite believing him. “Rome, huh?” She asked, driving Black Dahlia’s hand painfully into his stomach. “Were you approached by him? Did you see what he looked like?” Her eyes drilled into his, finding any minute sign of falsehood. Amora glanced apathetically at...

Amora nodded at Cabacci with a serious expression before she smiled sweetly at Fly on the Wall’s user. “Oh, I know,” she said, taking a few steps toward him. “But there’s one small problem…” Black Dahlia appeared behind Amora, looking more menacing than usual. After a second or two, the blades...

Amora grins once more, covering one of her ears with her hand. Black Dahlia disappeared, but the dart in Courtesy Call’s user’s head stayed. “Ay, diablos,” she mumbles to herself. She didn’t appear to notice Fly on the Wall’s user behind her until he was a few feet from her. Suddenly, Black...

Black Dahlia was thrown back, and Amora covered her ears with a pained expression on her face. “Shit!” She said under her breath. “Maybe we’ll just go with…” Black Dahlia charged toward the user of Courtesy Call, one of its arms extended behind it. Right as it was about to reach Courtesy Call...

Amora gasped as she was sucked into the floor. It felt… cold. Almost like she’d been plunged into a lake. Black Dahlia still floated above the havoc, connected to Amora by a thin black tether reminiscent of a flower stem. It charged at the user of Fly on the Wall, brandishing its blades. Fine...