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Mecca ran to keep up with him, cursing her short legs. Her long golden hair was flying out behind her and the coldness that had been coursing through her body was replaced with adrenaline. She struggled to pull her lighter from her pocket as she ran. "If you can while running find a stick and hand it to me. I'm gonna burn these things!" She said to Bristle, trying to keep a steady breathing pattern as she talked.