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Talia watched as the being her father had thought to summon decimated the people trying to fight him. Each fell below his glowing pink blows one after another, starting with her father. But as the last of those trying to attack stopped, so did the being.
"Who is in charge?" he demanded.
"I am," she said, stepping forward.
"And how exactly do you plan on repaying me for this offense?"
She slowly looked him up and down.
"I can think of a few ways," she said.
More light filled the room leaving a new much more human form.
"Even better."