[It's a quick correction. But she looks down the hallway at the pygmy swarm...]
You hold them off me, and I'll deal with the little guys!
[She holds back the bow string, gathering more and more power, her mouth now working in a series of Buddhist prayers, single syllables said in monotone like a chant. Fiery orbs form around the bow...growing and growing...]
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[It's a quick correction. But she looks down the hallway at the pygmy swarm...]
You hold them off me, and I'll deal with the little guys!
[She holds back the bow string, gathering more and more power, her mouth now working in a series of Buddhist prayers, single syllables said in monotone like a chant. Fiery orbs form around the bow...growing and growing...]