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... word dropped instantly, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
A witch? That was the best they could do?
At the bald man's comment, the third soldier, a lanky man with long reddish hair tied back in a loose ponytail, finally piped up.
"Err.. can boys be witches?" he muttered to his companions.
"I don't know! But how else would you explain this?" the bald man boomed in reply, holding up their other comrade's smoking arm, a bubbling scarlet burn stretch ...
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