[When the magicite hits the ground, it flashes--once, twice, then it blinks rapidly. One of the soldiers swears and picks it up to throw it back, but he's left it too late. It bursts in his hand, lighting up the hall with brilliant yellow and white and the unmistakable ZISH of electricity.]
Hah! POWIE! [So saying, Meeth summons her urn and jumps right on top of it, hurtling towards the soldiers like a log roller. They're stunned, half-paralyzed by the lightning and unable to muster a real defense, and one of them goes ass-over-teakettle when Meeth barrels into him.] You get the other one, dearie!
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Hah! POWIE! [So saying, Meeth summons her urn and jumps right on top of it, hurtling towards the soldiers like a log roller. They're stunned, half-paralyzed by the lightning and unable to muster a real defense, and one of them goes ass-over-teakettle when Meeth barrels into him.] You get the other one, dearie!