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- Gwen nodded and raised a hand. “Ready….––!”
- I attacked before she was done giving the signal, whipping both antennae directly at Eira. Ulfric and Raffaa reacted inhumanly quick, the first taking the blow into his own chest with a grunt, the second blocking the blow with a single hand and a happy grin. I retracted the whip I’d sent at Ulfric before he could take hold of it. Somehow, with just one hand, Raffaa was holding the other seemingly effortlessly.
- Eira nodded. “Ah, I see what you meant, sir Ulfric.”
- Ulfric just grunted and rubbed his chest.
- “So that’s how you want to do it, Taylor? Fine.” To Eira, he said, “Start casting.”
- “It will take me some time and leave me vulnerable,” she said, grasping her staff with both hands. “Please take care of me.”
- 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.
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