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[ Marisa's hand goes to her lantern in her coat again, but there's no one advancing to swing it at this time. ]

--dammit!

[ Swing. Swing.

Her arm grinds to a halt, and she backs away from the group. There's a rush of adrenaline going through her, but--who was she fighting off, again? ]

Fuck!

[ Her hand is shaking. ]

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