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[color=firebrick][b]"The only poetry I care about right now is the 'in motion' variety."[/b][/color][/center]

Evil Eye was startled to hear a voice so close to her ear. [color=firebrick][b]"I don't,"[/b][/color] she answered plainly, her usual clever quips failing her for surprise. [color=firebrick][b]"Why are you—what was your plan, exactly?"[/b][/color] The golem scratched its 'head' in confusion, as if looking for a foot to pull Oros out by. It turned somewhat toward Earthshaker, and there wasn't any particular sign that it had comprehended her request at all, but Evil Eye must have seen her go sailing through the air with her shield enough times to catch on, and direct it from wherever she was to punch at it with full force.

Seeing through the eyes of her servants, Evil Eye watched as Abaddon directed the swarm of locusts to intercept the bird-monsters on their way to the golem. Last time, they had ganged up on the golem and ripped it apart, but in their weakened state and without the advantage of numbers, perhaps there was a chance her summons could do some work this time. It was certainly a rare occasion that Evil Eye pulled out all the stops like this—usually, she saved her energy for emergencies, or whatever her "experiments" entailed, no matter how much Earthshaker tried to admonish her to train more.