The air hardens around Puck and Nita, but Mercer, having dodged in the opposite direction, is too far away.
The whirling menace of the jet-black tornado tears through the space between them, stretching out tendrils as if to seize and destroy, but it does not pause.
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Date: 2006-06-16 03:21 am (UTC)The whirling menace of the jet-black tornado tears through the space between them, stretching out tendrils as if to seize and destroy, but it does not pause.
Instead, it is heading toward the bar itself.