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    Well, Morgan's new prey certainly took her double-feature attack in stride. And in response, the woman had not fired a volley of rather sharp-looking stones at Morgan, but had even conjured up a sandstorm around her somehow. Quite an advanced ability by Morgan's reckoning! In all her hunting and questing, she'd maybe met one person in Lemuria able to do anything to the weather, and that was a very specific and unique case that would probably never be replicated. Curiosity demanded she figure out how that worked. But that would have to come later. Right now, there was the matter of the stones. Simply put, if she was a speed-type Hunter, there was no way those things would hit her. However, she was not, and although they were spread too much to all hit her, there was no way she'd be able to dodge all of them either. So, seeking to minimize damage, Morgan made for the edge of the spread, where only three stones were able to hit their mark, digging their way into her flesh. One in the leg. I can't move it. Well... that leg was getting old anyway. I'll need a new one after this fight. One in the lung. If I was a living person, that would definitely be fatal! I should probably get that checked out either way. One in the forehead. Now THAT'S a close call!! Glancing around at her surroundings, there was a distressing lack of organic things suitable to fashion a new leg out of. There were, however, many cars. An idea was forming. While the others kept the group's enemy occupied, Morgan limped over to a car that clearly wouldn't be needing its wheels anymore. With a bit of backbone put into it, she was able to rip the wheels clean off. With these secured, the next step was to deal with that unresponsive leg. She couldn't feel pain exactly, but there was always a distinctly uncomfortable feeling if something happened that would significantly affect her aura. For example, pulling the stone out of her leg, only to slam it back in even harder, with enough force to tear the limb off. Now out a leg, Morgan's first action was to throw it directly into the fray. It was difficult to make out where exactly she was supposed to be aiming, however. And that was where the wheels came into play. Gripping the circles of metal and rubber, Morgan used them as improvised crutches, hurrying as fast as her remaining limbs would take her. The sandstorm around her stung, constantly poking at her with little grains of sand and other minerals. But for someone who got stronger by getting damaged, this was a perfect environment! It wasn't much, but little by little, Morgan could feel her aura swelling up as she hurried back into the frontlines. As soon as she could make out the green woman, Morgan threw the wheel from her arm that still had a leg beneath it.
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