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"Oh contraire, Miss Lilly," Zac replied matter-of-factly. "Perhaps it is you who should be preparing to keep up with me." He taunted. "I don't slow down for anything. Matter of fact, this is getting me all fired up!" To illustrate his point, Zac silently cast a minor spell, causing his irises to flare bright red and flicker like flames for a moment then fade back to his usual brown, he made sure to catch Lilly's eye when he did it. Lilly smiled and laughed.

“I don’t slow down either. As you know, I already have experience.” Lilly grabbed her dagger and threw it across the room, sticking it in the wall. “Wait, Robert. You said that you would attack us whenever you feel like? You didn’t mean while we were asleep, did you? Because I’m not exactly the nicest person when awoken in the middle of the night to commit fake murder,” Lilly said, leaning forward in her chair. “OZ is the only one who can get me up anyways. So if you come in raging, then I’m not going to respond. And, when we are on the trip, how are you going to tell whether or not we used magic to kill the Jersey Devil’s? I mean Zac could easily make a dagger and kill them, or I could use my shadow magic to make a dagger, or some water mage could slice through them.”