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The Cannibals just kept on coming.
Garrus popped up from the cover, aimed and took the shot. Ducking back again, he didn't have the time to see the splash of red as the headless monster dropped to the ground.
“Nice o-” Shepard's yell was cut short by an unearthly, haunting wail.
“Oh crap! Banshee!”
They peeked up to see said Banshee, only to be momentarily blinded by a glowing, white stag charging at it. It was followed by a short, scrawny kid.
The Banshee staggered.
“Expelliarmus!” yelled the kid and waved a stick at it.
The Banshee dropped dead.