Simon

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I don't know what I'm doing.

"In justice. In courage. In defense of the weak. In the face of the mighty. Through magic and wisdom and good." I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

The Sword of Mages materializes on my hip, I pull it from its sheath and it feels like an old friend has come back to me after several long years. I cut away the roof of the car and it blows away.

"BAZ! Grab onto me! We're getting out of this!" I shout over the wind.

He does as I ask and grabs onto my arm with an iron grip. I unfold my wings, destroying my shirt in the process.

As I lift us together into the air, I feel something latch onto my ankle, arresting my ascent and yanking us back down.

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