She felt the eyes following her, not a claw raised to strike her. She preferred it that way- she was accustomed to a certain brusque 'stick' taking those hits for her- but this was an interesting change up.
The walls shrank as she danced, and they moved like razors to slice and dice the behemoth. But rather than become a horrific mess of gore, it instead burst into a fancy cloud of smoke. She heard the clatter of something against the pavement, and curiously stopped her dance to see if this was what they meant by 'poofing'... it'd gone poof, right?
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The walls shrank as she danced, and they moved like razors to slice and dice the behemoth. But rather than become a horrific mess of gore, it instead burst into a fancy cloud of smoke. She heard the clatter of something against the pavement, and curiously stopped her dance to see if this was what they meant by 'poofing'... it'd gone poof, right?