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Nabi
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Spica smiled. "Damn straight." After a second of thought, he folded the paper, placing it back in the book and carefully placing it in a coat pocket. "In my opinion, it will be more sound to capture the men now. I have a nice knockout spell that may be useful; please cover me while I try to use it." He moved towards the door, his steps catlike, and then opened it, a small nimbus of energy surrounding his left hand as he prepared the spell.
"Good evening, boys; how's the weather?" His hand shot forwards, scoring a clean hit on the one closer to the door. However, as the man slumped to the ground, the light flickered, his concentration wavering. Was I not careful enough with my power expenditure?
"Good evening, boys; how's the weather?" His hand shot forwards, scoring a clean hit on the one closer to the door. However, as the man slumped to the ground, the light flickered, his concentration wavering. Was I not careful enough with my power expenditure?