Fakir's progress had not escaped her notice. She looked around. The birds were still coming, just as many as before. Shouldn't he be on the ground by now? Furiously, she whirled around, shouting at the ravens.
"Is that the best you can do?! Scratch him, tear him, make him beg for mercy!"
Her face was contorted in a mask of rage, breath coming heavily.
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"Is that the best you can do?! Scratch him, tear him, make him beg for mercy!"
Her face was contorted in a mask of rage, breath coming heavily.