“Kill the damned thing!” an elven man shouted. “Douse it with water!”
Alvia pushed two people out of the way, knocking them to the ground.
Pepper was running frantically around the circle of people, who were trying to kick her and step on her.
“Hurry up!” someone shouted. “We can’t let it escape!”
Someone whispered in a terrifying tone, “I haven’t seen a firedog in years. Are they back?”
A lanky elven man in a sweater jumped forward with a grimoire glinting in his hand.
Pepper fell to the ground, panting.
“Stop!” Alvia cried.
But the man did not stop.
Alvia reached into her pocket and flung a grimoire across the park. A bright flash blinded her and everyone shielded their eyes. She held her breath and braced herself as a wave of air slammed into her and knocked her backward.
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