Yes, Doctor.
Marlow readied another spell. The words came easily in her mind, her need to say them aloud long since past. Ice formed in the air, creating tendrils of jagged teeth that whipped toward Dormammu with a wave of her hands. She directed them to fly around the figure and mimed pulling them back. She then sent them forward and continued the action to create a forest of such tendrils around Dormammu.
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