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She smiles, and looks over her shoulder at Cyril, the rune on her forehead glowing a bright blue, as she pulls out another amulet, this one with a fiery red opal. "Cover my ears? Ah, rune arrows....~smiles~ they will have no effect on me".
She briefly shows him one ungloved hand, noting his reaction, and quickly turns back around, raising this new amulet to the sky, and glares at the second group, chanting...."grefa duna lols, grefa duna lols,......HUNDRA!!"
Her eyes flash red, and the second group of goblin's clothes start to smolder, making them run out of the group of trees, rolling around on the ground............
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May the moon always shine upon your face, and your imagination soar to the heavens.... Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.
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