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As his feet touched the ground, Shadow noticed that the girl and the soldier were indeed up and charging the mage, and that he was in the middle of another casting. Excellent, he thought. He calmly set himself and lined up the shot, releasing the string alomost gently. Stoneskin or not, the sight of an arrow headed unerringly your way and the knowledge that it's just struck you dead between the eyes is unnerving for anyone, as proved true with the wizerd, who's spell fumbled to a halt. He'd have to start over again, and by the time he finished it would be far, far too late.
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