You are sent flying with tremendous force, crashing into the ground with George's mules landing either side of you. You curl into a ball and hope for the best. It wouldn't really give you any added protection, but it's an instinctive thing.
When the tumult has died down, you risk looking upwards to see one of the most incredible sights that you have ever seen.
George is rubbing her feet together, using the toes of one foot to scratch the itch that you caused on the other. The monstrous creatures are writhing with such power, that you're humbled to be witnessing it. Were you anywhere near them, you'd be quite dead by now.
Perhaps this isn't for the best. Maybe you should try getting someone else's attention.
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