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“Deal with him!” she hissed. She was hideous. I had to help them. I didn’t see him, but his captain Gunther leading the soldiers. It was about to be over. My illusion’s punch slammed into the prince. I squeezed it tight when I made my illusion that suddenly had substance for the Biomancer’s loathsome monster. Light flashed from Ealaín dueling the Paragon. My hammer and ax blazed with light. “Your blood. I leaped back as the claws slashed before me. Her fingers wiggling, painting. Sinking into my skin. My shadowy rapier formed. My mind focused as I hovered about the fighting. A fear seized my heart. I braced us as the ground rushed up. She was as skilled a fighter as Sven.
