The students left in the copied city gradually become aware of a low rumble emanating from its perimeter. At first faint, mysterious, and easily dismissed, as it grew stronger they began to infer or even see its source. The wall around the edge of the city was slowly closing in, crumbling and crushing the buildings before it into the ground like a fusion of bulldozer and glacier. Those preferring life in three dimensions would realize they should probably head toward the center
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The Kavinika at Crate's neck plunged its fangs into his throat, only to be painfully torn away a moment later by Door's mace hurling toward a nearby wall with a broken yelp. Under normal circumstances the two at his arms might have fled at this point, but present by the gracious wrath of Icarax, both lunged at Door once more, one leaping teeth bared at his head while the other's slavering jaws shot at his shin.
Tear's feints, meanwhile, did little to prevent the last wolf attacking him; it hesitated briefly but opted to pounce at his chest to knock him over.
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The Nui-Jaga facing Reda was as successful as Pyle's. A furious strike from its stinger dealt a lethal blow to the pavement where Reda had been the instant before, until Icarax teleported her ingloriously out of the shrinking arena. Dismayed and confused, the scorpions scuttled off into the city...
Your teammates have been defeated. reverberated the harsh voice of Icarax in Waiata and Slif's heads.
Edited by Sergei Rahkmaninoff, Aug 18 2018 - 08:41 PM.