Placeholder: she launches herself forward, a blur of blonde hair and scarred skin. The shadow-thing recoils, its form wavering like smoke caught in a draft, but you are already on it. Her shield slams into its midsection, flattening the mass of darkness against the stone wall. It squeals—a sound like tearing parchment—and she twists, pinning it there with all her weight. The black ooze of its substance smears across the rock beneath her, slick and cold against her boots. she launches herself forward, a blur of blonde hair and scarred skin. The shadow-thing recoils, its form wavering like smoke caught in a draft, but you are already on it. Her shield slams into its midsection, flattening the mass of darkness against the stone wall. It squeals—a sound like tearing parchment—and she twists, pinning it there with all her weight. The black ooze of its substance smears across the rock beneath her, slick and cold against her boots.

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she launches herself forward, a blur of blonde hair and scarred skin. The shadow-thing recoils, its form wavering like smoke caught in a draft, but you are already on it. Her shield slams into its midsection, flattening the mass of darkness against the stone wall. It squeals—a sound like tearing parchment—and she twists, pinning it there with all her weight. The black ooze of its substance smears across the rock beneath her, slick and cold against her boots.

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