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"And enemies," Jasra stated, moving nearer.
Mask spread his arms and legs and wheeled slowly through the middle
air, suddenly in control of his trajectory. I got to my feet and backed away
from the Fount. I'm seldom at my best at centers of geological catastrophes.
A rushing, rumbling sound now came from the doubled fountain, and a
high-pitched, sourceless-seeming note accompanied it. A small wind sighed
among the rafters. The tower of fire atop which Mask rode continued its slow
spiraling, and the spray in the lowered fountain began a similar movement.
Jurt stirred, moaned, raised his right arm.
"And enemies," Mask acknowledged, beginning a series of gestures I
recognized immediately because I'd spent a lot of time figuring them out.
"Jasra!" I cried. "Watch out for Sharu!"
Jasra took three quick steps to her left and smiled. Something very
much like lightning then fell from the rafters, blackening the area she had
just departed.
"He always starts with a lightning stroke," she explained. "He's very
predictable."
She spun once and vanished redly, with a sound like breaking glass.
I looked immediately to where the old man had stood, RINALDO carved
upon his right leg. He was leaning against the wall now, one hand to his
forehead, the other implementing a simple but powerful shielding spell.
I was about to scream for Mandor to take the old boy out, when Mask hit
me with a Klaxon spell which tempo rarily deafened me while bursting blood
vessels in my nose
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