When the army was maybe half a field over, I lost my cool
and kicked the Corrector of Imlanor in the shin. She didn’t open her eyes, nor
move from her cross-legged position, but she did reply.
“Yes?” she asked, annoyed.
“So sorry to bother you but we’re still just ten people
against a couple hundred thousand and your God has-“
I stopped as the skies opened about the army, and their hollering
turned to screams as some sort of acid poured down onto them.
“There we go!” I said, as she opened her eyes in shock.
“That’s not me…”
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