[ With a nod, she turns back to the flurry before them. The winged monkeys, the onces that belong to Oz, are trying to sort out their problem, as if they were trying to flush and infection out. Perhaps that's what it is to them, in truth. Aerith raises the Arcane Scepter again, gaze trained on one in particular...
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A blast of magic marks it. ]
That one! There!