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The situation was really bad.
Glee’s right arm was useless, she was bravely trying to brandish her axe with her left hand, but it was clear she wouldn’t be able to resist much.
K’tarin was unconscious. Fletchadral kneeled beside her, feeling useless having exhausted all her prepared spells.
Sam stood near them, wielding her little dagger that couldn’t possibly hope to make real damage to their opponents.
Zùowyn had no more arrows, and the effects of her haste spell were fading.
Then Strelitzia appeared out of nowhere, walked past them towards their assailants, and stood between them and her friends.