[center][color=00ff66][h1][b]J'eon the Blacksmith[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
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J'eon's lips curled and he began to hum, fanning the gift of flame in his hearts to grow. Holding out his hands, tiny pin-pricks of light appeared, swelling into spheres, one of flame, the other of cold 

"You will regret this meal, should you survive," he bellowed, throwing the flaming sphere at the nearest, then as it began to writhe with pain, threw the cold sphere and watched as it sucked out the heat from the creature before engulfing it again in flame.

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[center][color=00ff66][h1][b]Jack Mallory[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
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Jack fired three shots, aiming center of mass as he was taught. 
[i]I hope we're still in range for my implants to transmit this back to the ship,[/i] he hopes.
"What the hell are these things?" he demanded.

Hearing Eva's cry, he yells back, "My ankle's broke. Defend the others!"

A tendril beast burst out the water, only to get three shots in its face. Or at least Mallory hoped that was its face.