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- A blast of warm air flowed across the room. A circle of red light had appeared around Eira’s feet as she continued to chant, all the while gathering mana around herself. “Shape your passion into a mighty conflagration, express the full breadth of your conviction through those flames so that none may deny your dreams. Make the Mother herself weep from the strength of your desires.”
- I couldn’t have much time left to stop her. Unfortunately, Ulfric and Raffaa were in the way, and I knew no display of strength would be enough to stop them. I had to somehow break her focus. She was out of whip range, not that her protectors would let the antennae reach her. And I didn’t think the rock-throwing move from earlier could reach all the way there; throwing something using your mouth with any kind of accuracy was hard.
- Fortunately, there was something else in the arena I could use.
- I flung Atlas’ antenna forward. But not at Raffaa and Ulfric, or even at Eira. I threw it into the sand pits that framed the arena, which threw a massive cloud of sand directly at the two of them. Then, while they were protecting their faces, I moved forward so Eira was in range and whipped with my free antenna.
- Raffaa blocked it at the last second, still covered in sand.
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