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(*grins* In which case, I guess it's my final response?)
Quill: She raises her book and opens it, muttering madly. As she does so, the vines under her robes root into the ground. "Black-Barbed Shield!" Thousands of vines spring from the ground and move, smashing the hammers away.
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