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- Raffaa grinned. The antenna was still in his grip; I might as well have had it trapped in a steel vice. Even pulling with Atlas’ entire body strength wasn’t helping.
- So that was the strength of a high-level adventurer, huh?
- Eira closed her eyes and focused. The red gems on her staff started glowing. “Spirits of passion, listen to the plea of this humble one who shares your ideals. Channel your essence through the soul of this kindred spirit, so that all may stare in awe at the glory of our powers combined.”
- Well, if staying far wasn’t going to work, then… I made Atlas advance. His antenna was flexible to a point, more than enough to let me reach Raffaa.
- I whipped in Ulfric’s direction, prompting him to pin the antenna onto himself, then while he was distracted with that, I closed Atlas’ mandibles into the arena itself and flung Atlas’ head forward, ripping a solid block of sandstone from it and sending it flying at Eira. Raffaa extended his free hand to block it, but as I had expected, doing so forced him to bend his torso just enough so that his center of gravity was thrown off.
- So I charged him. Hopefully, if he was off-balance, Atlas’ entire mass would be enough to throw him to the ground.
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