[Pearl narrows her eyes as his spear disappears. Despite being soaked to the bone, she stands up straighter, her chest puffing up as her gem glows brightly. She reaches into it to pull out an ornate spear of her own. She rests the butt of it on the ground, the corkscrew blade nearly reaching her height.
She rests her other hand on her hip.]
I can handle myself just fine. I have for thousands of years.
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She rests her other hand on her hip.]
I can handle myself just fine. I have for thousands of years.