(She swallows, gaze flickering from him to creatures, which have begun a slow, taunting circle above them.)
I'd rather run than fight. (Trying to hit them out of the air is only going to work so many times. They have a cruel kind of intelligence about them that Lucretia finds both fascinating, and frightful.)
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I'd rather run than fight. (Trying to hit them out of the air is only going to work so many times. They have a cruel kind of intelligence about them that Lucretia finds both fascinating, and frightful.)