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... ilissa run out the door to chase him down. "What's up, steel drakaina? Want my little flute," He shoved it in his bag, come and take it.
Vasilissa growled. ^The flute is a mere reason. He wants to fight.^ She took a deep breath and jumped. ^This body is a mere projection, but I can access my stomach. I can pull enough steel to mimic a steel great wyrm.^
"Don't blame me for getting rough," Vasilissa jumped, her right fist engulfed in shining metal as she swung at Alcott's face. ...
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