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No wonder all those Skins were big and scarred To earn their spot in the stands, they’d had to eht not have to take Sol out But I wanted to What was one more icon?

No, focus! Tick-tock

Sol waved his hand, and the Bagmen lurched forward They deposited those crude weapons on the field--pikes, hoes, axes--then returned to the periphery, as if they were being choreographed The Sun must have control over them, the way I controlled plants! Whichthe Flash

When the sun had shone at night

A to fight When should I strike? Would I have enough spores to knock out a thousand Skins? And what about the Baglow

Easped in shock Sol’s followers lifted their faces and basked as light radiated frorew so bright, I nearly cried out I closedmyself

When hts on htly as Sol The Sun was superchargingat him

I shoved my hood back, and vines flared behind my head, cobralike once more My claws dripped with poison My broken bones and wounds werefaster, faster The vines inarm as flesh built on itself Already to my elbow!

Deep within me, the red witch stretched and purred

The bleacher crops stirred in readiness I could turn this into a bloodbath if I chose Jack had been one of oodness Until I recovered hied Arcana With zero hu down the Emperor could be so easy--

I frowned Richter What if he wasn’t invulnerable after all? MaybeI simply needed a portable solar battery I could take Sol back in time with h to keep his powers in check? What was the extent of his powers?

Sol diht, then he and his two pet zoahts broke out A risly business Blood spurted, hacked lirandson cried hysterically I tossed a vine toward hireen

Attention back on Sol

He’d linked his fingers with those Baggers’ on either side Did Sol care about those two? If so, I could use that But first I needed a distraction

As I’d learned to do in the Lovers’ basement, I snatched another vine frouards on the periphery My own grenade; I fueled it fro out to climen dropped like dominoes

Nearby Shirts jerked back from me Good I was about to need the room