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Her eyes turn intuitively to Tsang just as his glance at her, concern gleaming in them. The flush of pleasure on her pale cheeks deepens, and her lashes lower. Looking away hurriedly, she spots about three more bandits in front and points to them wordlessly.
Mentally going through her list of known spells, she now raises both hands, her left holding the quarterstaff as if it were a sceptre. Words of arcane magic echo in the air and acid arrows form in front of her. With a final shout directing the conjured weapons, she closes her eyes. Grinning once more as she hears the screams of agony resounding from ahead.
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