"Oh handbaskets," Alina mutters, swooping down to put herself between the fleeing boys and the shadows. She doesn't land in case these shadows try devour her from beneath, but hovers a few feet in the air above the ground.
"Lights!" she commands, hoping to drive the shadows back into the apartment from whence they'd come. She's fresh for the night and able to concentrate enough that the only side effect of her spell is that it's less of a glow and more like ball lightning. A helpful effect, boy are those rare!
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