Cthulhu Campfire, Thursday Evening

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"Ow." Dawn was stretched out on the grass, holding ice bags to places where Vi had made contact. She should have known better than to spar with a slayer, but it seemed almost normal, and she'd gotten carried away, and "Ow."

Maybe if she was lucky, the ibuprofen fairy would drop by.

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