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[i]Tom crashed over the barricade in a burst of light and heat, the crowd peeling backwards to form a circle around where he'd fallen, unseen through the sheet metal. He'd have bruising and first degree burns all about his groin and in and around his mouth, and a good lump on the back of his neck that'd require a cold compress later. The wily Deep South magician was probably unable to do more than lie on his back and whisper due to the pain, and even then that sheet metal looked like it formed a nice barrier between Tom's spells and the intended target. Steerina had earned herself a little time to recover, a solid minute bare minimum.[/i]