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You take aim and discharge a bolt of power straight at the top of the column. The Quoku lets out a long, chattering squeal of pain, but survives the force of the 2 WILLPOWER points of energy that you have exerted. Gouts of black blood flow from the ragged wound in its wing.
‘Its hide must be tougher than armour to have survived that,’ you gasp.
You are unnerved and make a dash for it; Shan is already running.
