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Ísja looks incredibly concerned before looking away from Num.
ÍSJA: "Aim for their feet, at least."
Num rolls his eyes.
NUM: "Yeah, yeah. No kebab-ing."
The boys slow to a stop, both of them turning to face the oncoming cultists. Confident in his abilities, Num smirks slightly and gives Ísja his portion of the scarf. At the same time, Ísja puts a hand on his shoulder. With hands balled into fists, Num pulls his hands up, unballs his fists, and makes his arms cross in an 'X' shape. Sharp chunks of ice begin to appear.
Wow, it's already been a month since I launched this comic! Thank you all for the support thus far; it's meant the world to me!
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