Before I could even prepare, the ground quaked underneath our feet as the Primzahl struck his hammer straight in front of him. Like a tsunami, a wave of dirt and rock seemed to rise from the impact point, moving and coalescing to a point that it surrounded Lise within its confines.
"I guess that marks the end of your reign of terror, kid."
I blinked as I froze immediately on the spot, my heart beating at a mile a minute as I felt my hands grip my staff with such rage-induced fury. Here I was, waiting for the so-called perfect opportunity to strike when the fight had basically been over right from the start. Lise probably wouldn't have stood a chance if this Primzahl just did this from the start, and yet I still had this preconceived notion that I could help?!
"Now that that's taken care of, let's get you home, lad."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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