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“I need a car,” Sirra said, and one slowly trundled into view, barely over idle.

“Nah, nobody’s magic is that good,” the Corporal said. “Uh…no driver?”

It continued, inexorably. The grade should have stopped it long before now.

“You…changed. When you said you needed the car,” the mowril said, with some reverence. “Dunno, can’t explain, gotta get that car.” He loped off and closed the gap.

The vehicle’s top poofed into canvas confetti as several somethings thwipped into the air. Corporal Lance hit the ground and rolled against his own momentum, screeching at what it cost his thighs and calves. The car stopped against a rut. Arcs of pale smoke sprouted over supplies and trucks, then burst into red flares.

“VLERJ!” Screamed the mowril as he scrambled to his feet. “Find a hole!”

Sirra sprinted to a low well as multiple screams hurled towards them. She was shocked they sounded like they didn’t care they were murder. Then the world became somewhere she couldn’t think at all.