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*Creates two converging lines and the pillar reduces to a concentrated point at each of them*
*They move back faster, their vines barely able to keep up; some escape into the spire but some turn and flee toward a line of mercenaries, including Blues, who put out the fire*
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Zazriel: *growls then sighs before dispelling the orb and returning to the ground, eyes still locked on Simon* You're right. It would be unwise.
*Looks at Simon* I don't understand who he is or how he got here. Unless he is inclined to help us we may have to remove him promptly.