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It took a little while to drive to their destination. After finding out the identity of the two women who apparently have a sinister interest in Corrine, Trevor and Sand arrive at the house. It looks fairly affluent, but not exactly mansion material.
Sand got out of the car. "Nice place."
Sand got out of the car. "Nice place."
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In this form, his strength and invulnerability is increased but he doesn't have as much fine control over the earth. Then he gets an idea.
He gets up and shoves his shoulder into the firepit/cauldron device in the center of the room. It shakes visibly.
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Step away
RIGHT NOW
Another gesture, and Sand is FORCIBLY moved through the air into the wall near where Trevor was facing the shadow demon.
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"It has to solidify to attack, but I don't want to depend that much on timing." Sand says through his teeth. "Can you see their heat signatures with your eyes closed?"
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Shifting from his silicoid form, Sand uses his body to generate sand and debris, then uses it to fill the room in a horrific sandstorm. Because of his mask, and his powers, Sand is unaffected by it.
The three witches, however, begin to recoil, the sand in their eyes. Even the shadow demon, although not really blinded, is forced to stay discorporeal because of the relentless sandstorm.
And the fire in the center begins to douse, as it's buried underneath the sand.
"There's definitely some sort of link between the three of them. Take one out, we may get the advantage." Sand said. "And since you can see their heat signatures, and there's very little obstacle-wise in this room..."
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Trevor grins even as he squeezes his eyes shut against the storm. Through his powers he can "see" all three of them starting to converge on each other, as well as the shadow thing circling the diminishing heat of the cauldron. Before they can get more than a step or two, though, Trevor unleashes a barrage of flaming projectiles.
Each of the nearly dozen spheres is about the size of a golf ball, and Trevor tracks their progress as the streak toward the closest human heat source, cutting trails through the swirling debris.
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The three mystics are finding their way through the storm - it's as if they can see without their eyes as well, but the force of the winds slows their progress, and each of them has abrasions on their face with the sand
However, about six of the golf balls hit the one called Chantelle square in the chest. She screams from the pain.
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"Dispel the demon, or I snap her neck." Sand said.
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You would not kill. It is against your...
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He squeezes, and Hippolyta, her mouth covered by Sand's arm, whimpers.
"DISPEL IT!!!"
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Nightshade, servant of the Succubus, return to your land.
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