"I hate it when they try to run." Nybeth said with a sigh as he backed away from the cliff-face. "The more time they spend resisting, the less time I ultimately have. Harness power of the wyrm, that races 'cross the vault of sky, drop stars from fastness high above, come burning down to ground!" Nybeth pointed his walking stick at a point above where Fecl was climbing on the cliff. "I would suggest standing back." He advised Rita, as shortly afterwards a meteorite came screaming out of the sky and on a collision course with the cliff Fecl was climbing.
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"And that would be...?" Jessica asked Ness, though she felt she already had quite a good idea what she was going to say.