Re: The Blacksmith
She scowled and a sphere of pale pink shimmered her. She climbed back to her feet, ignoring what in a few hours would be a painful mass of dark bruises.
"I'm okay." She began blasting at the remaining debris above them. Any that eluded her blasts hit the shield with sparks and bounced off. "It's okay."
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