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Munrö's ice bulbs shattered, revealing more painful and brightly-discoloured bruises. Ciôn was immobilised on the floor, also in pain. He could only pray Alex could get the job done.
Faere was still screeching, tears running down her face. She was holding her own ears so tight it felt like they were going to come off. She suddenly vanished from the dream, sitting up straight and waking up in the real world.
I was in a battle with Faere's lookalike now. She sent numerous Thunders my way, but thankfully, I didn't lose any of my agility from when I was a Croconaw, and I dodged them all. I countered with an Ice Punch, careful not to hit her belly, incase it had any effect on the real Faere.
The lookalike Faere tried to Thunder Punch me, which I dodged, and countered with an Ice Punch to the jaw, making her disappear. With seemingly both lookalikes defeated, I asked, “Is everyone OK?”
Sin fetched a sheet of kitchen towel from another room and held it to Munrö's nose. She used another to mop the blood off his chest where some had landed.
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