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The spear begins to hum, the sound of a growing wind. Stronger the wind blows until it's the force of a tornado, and with a blinding flash and a thunder clap Arc once again stands holding his spear aloft. Smoke smolders on his shoulder from where he was struck, the same amused smile still on his lips.
"Nice move"
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
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