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"I can't do that," you say, running back to the rest of the group.
Before you know it, the entire expeditionary force is surrounded, identical cloaked figures approaching from all directions.
Obviously you've never seen a fight between psychics before, and so you aren't surprised when the ensuing melee is something entirely unimaginable. Objects are being thrown telekinetically every which way, space is warping, people are flying, falling sideways, and spinning midair, and the very air takes on a tinge of unreality.
How can you help in the midst of this chaos? You struggle to think of a plan.
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