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August 28th, 2010
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) zoe_torres | 07:09 pm
Zoe pulled more small pebbles from her pockets and continued firing them down where she could find openings. Her aim was enough to disrupt the proceedings, and she took care not to kill anybody. Forbes hated that.
The smoke was a lighter gray blanketing on the ground and floating up. She moved away from the possible updraft and lost what visibility she had. Instead she had to settle for brief glimpses and metallic glints, tossing her rocks with precise aim.
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