[The dog disappeared so much faster than the boulder had, and again, it's impressive. Her arms weren't very long, so she could only put so much force behind a throw, for all her strength. Scathach takes the nunchaku from her belt and starts whipping the polished wood at the beasts, hitting them in their vitals, sending them down one, two, three, five. As exciting as a one-on-one match could be, there was nothing quite like going up against a hoard of foes all trying to kill you.]
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