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[color=gray][color=F8733B][b]“Oof!”[/b][/color] Trixie exclaimed as Illedrith tackled her out of the cart, the gleam of her mirror magic blinding her before the impact.

As she landed on the floor a wide arrogant smirk remained on her lips, almost like despite being caught "red-handed" by the cart's owner she had gotten exactly what she wanted. Whatever item she had grabbed from the cart rolled back from her fingers. Though Illedrith might've thought she had stopped Trixie from making off with something valuable, Trixie had no idea what she had been rummaging for in the first place.

[color=F8733B][b]“Maybe you shouldn't make it so easy!”[/b][/color] She laughed, taunting her guildmate despite being essentially pinned to the floor. [color=F8733B][b]“One of these days you're going to fail to tackle me, y'know!”[/b][/color]
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