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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Oni" data-source="post: 4525211" data-attributes="member: 380">For a moment the din of combat and the weird flashes of colour at the corner of the room seemed all very distant and muffled as she pushed her spell into being.  Around the room strange fire soundlessly sprang to life, seemingly born of the air itself,  shedding baleful heatless light and like a witch's oil burnt green and blue and white.  Her spell complete, the sights and sound of everything going on rushed over her with a terrible accuteness, as though reality itself had suddenly become louder.  This return to awareness fell in time with Thorson's axe, where it seemed the raged filled warrior had carved the ragged line dividing life from death right through Giggle's neck.  With a wet thump and a clatterous roll across the floorboards the strange projectile came to rest at Lynn's feet.  Awash in the queer light the lifeless eyes peered up at her from the twisted face.  She wanted to scream, but instead bit her lip til she nearly bled.  A small voice in her head managed to carry itself above the cacaphony of fear and told her there was no going back now.  Looking away from the leering thing she took a deep breath forced composure back onto herself.  She had a purpose here, and it was time to stop acting like a frightened little girl.  An uncharacteristically hard look on her face she carefully made her way around the pooling cooling blood and went to deal with the living rather than the dead.  Coming to the door of the other room, Lynn was greatly relieved to see a very much alive Dj'hân.  Thorson had been hurt, but everyone was on their feet at least.  Maybe we had better check to make sure there aren't any more surprises first.</blockquote>

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