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This time the map hadn't changed. My 4400 w. magik had worked. We were still headed for Donner, which looked to be a good distance from here. I was going to need all the energy I could get.
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He'd rather have the extra weight on his feet for the fight-increased impact and all that. Kumo sat at the rear center of the platform, overseeing the proceedings as always.
' If there is a way for magic to stop it, then I will find that way. For now, though, we must use other means at our disposal to protect people. We need to have the men split up.