[Ali scowls, his telekinetic blast just missing her head. Her eyes glow and she looks up to the canopy. She gives herself a boost with a photon pulse emitted from her heel and she's swinging up into the trees to the right, leaving Julian below to deal with clones.
She crouches on a low limb, monitoring the sounds below, weaving and bobbing her way right and righter dropping hot, white photon bombs on the dupes below.]
Fat lot of good this does anyone. [she grumbles, looking around for Julian, waiting for insturction.] This is the worst rescue mission in the history of rescue missions.
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She crouches on a low limb, monitoring the sounds below, weaving and bobbing her way right and righter dropping hot, white photon bombs on the dupes below.]
Fat lot of good this does anyone. [she grumbles, looking around for Julian, waiting for insturction.] This is the worst rescue mission in the history of rescue missions.