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... ought-hiss after thought-hiss as I led the assault on Tiamats creations. One thought-hiss commanded the [Little Guardians Totem] bearer to flap its wings hard, arresting its movement and holding its place in the air. Others sent gold-blue bad-things here or there, flitting in and out as they searched for weakness in the enemy.
My forces were met with sharp-tipped limbs and fangs, each lashing outward with an intensity that spoke of rage. There was no confusion among them ...
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