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... ach part of the icicle wall separately to form deadly spikes of ice that grew from the ground.
She could control the speed, thickness and density of the magic, but this would drain her mana and stamina rapidly. Faced with a pack of bloodthirsty, desperate wolves that were starved and filled with anger, she trembled slightly.
"Filthy dogs." She muttered a curse to boost her confidence.
Her hands swiped through the air, using movement and visual cues to help her build mana ...
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