Madhuri finished her swap and readied her guitar. The drone burst into lovely confetti, and she clicked on her hover boots in case she needed to gain some extra air again.
But she paused, gears turning. "Thirty-two, one-hundred twenty-eight, two-fif... wait! A pattern, right?"
Her hands went to her hat.
"Sixty-four! Going by twos leaves sixty-four out!" The book was on page 54. Hoo boy.
"So we ought to take it easy, then. Easy, Kuja," she added, and smoothed her hands over the guitar strings with Spellblade (Divine).
May he enjoy a Cura ballad, and hopefully not decide to hurl more ultimas at this thing.
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But she paused, gears turning. "Thirty-two, one-hundred twenty-eight, two-fif... wait! A pattern, right?"
Her hands went to her hat.
"Sixty-four! Going by twos leaves sixty-four out!" The book was on page 54. Hoo boy.
"So we ought to take it easy, then. Easy, Kuja," she added, and smoothed her hands over the guitar strings with Spellblade (Divine).
May he enjoy a Cura ballad, and hopefully not decide to hurl more ultimas at this thing.