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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9442861" data-attributes="member: 59816">In her sorrow and regret, Imogen's shaking hands sent arrows flying wide of the hag, while Myrral helped his charred friends to their feet. The tabaxi hunters quickly put out the flames on the goat-thing that had once been Chrysagon, and together they carried it toward the stairs as Weed charged, lowering horns, into the hag. She held her ground, not falling under his trampling feet. Instead, she leaped up onto his head and she rended the form with her claws, until the magic that held it together failed, and the vines withered, and a short but leafy vegepygmy was left standing before her.Perhaps she would have rended Weed as well, but Ussal sent a stream of acid at her, and she was forced to duck and cover herself with her arms. Then she was flung backward, away from the little vegepygmy. Myrral heard from his Dao-bottle, Keshma said (though her voice sounded far away and echoed),"If you wish to ask me to perform a second task, I will happily help to crush these witches."</blockquote>