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It was a sight no child should ever have to witness...
Charge after charge Morrigan had to defend, each one seemingly greater than the next.. She was fighting with every fiber of her being not to be overwhelmed.
Ikuku lounged at Flemeth in desperation, sailing through the air like a missile to break the witch's concentration and stop the attack.
As he surged toward her the gold outlines of a repulsion glyph rose from the floor like an impenetrable wall, knocking him backward. He crashed hopelessly into a shelf at the far end of the room.
Modifié par vilnii, 25 novembre 2010 - 06:59 .
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