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- “Looma, medium bird,” Gwen was saying to herself.
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- The crane thing squawked in surprise and pain and its kick went wild, missing Maryll by inches as she jumped to the side, almost tripping into my entrance as she did so. The bird turned to attack her again, but this time, it was close enough to me.
- My spider leapt out of my range, for only a moment, long enough to stab its fangs into it. Within moments, it was dead and I pulled it back—along with rapidly dissolving spider—to drop it on my floor.
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