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Evening Dancer
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I prepare Magic Missle.
>Prepping spells
>Almost every spell can be 'prepared'. That is, cast then held onto for an amount of time.
>Only one spell can be prepared at any time: If another spell is prepared or cast during that time, it is lost.
I hold out the book and signal to Samantha to stand at ready. The door opens, and he steps out...
Facing Samantha?
He waves, and there is a burst of
!?!?!!!?!??
AAAAAGH! MY KNIFE?!
It's pushed out of my pocket and forcefully into my waist on my left side!
I feel it finally wrench itself from my side and rocket into a nearby wall, sticking there. Samantha is tossed a few feet, rolling on the ground heavily.
My magic missles fly towards him, each slamming into one shoulder, tearing a hole in his metal hide.
"Give me the Core." he says, holding out one hand to Samantha, who is scrabbling at her armor's neck area, behind him. "Or she dies."
He is cobbled together from any number of things. A banner juts from one shoulder, and the bloodied flag of my school stiffly extends from it, the blood rendered it less than cloth and more like stiff paper.
"You recognize the emblem? I suppose you would. It's just about the only thing you don't throw away."
In less than three seconds he has rendered Samantha helpless, wounded me deeply, and has me defeated.
I have never felt so terrified in my entire life.
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