[Mello's well aware that their ability to attack isn't infinite, and that they have to be efficient as well as deadly.
He makes his way over to the building, darting across empty spaces, sticking close to walls where he can, checking the sky for any sign of witches--their shadows sweep over the cobbles of the square, but they don't descend yet, not here. It makes Mello slightly nervous. What are they waiting for?
He puts his back to the door of the corner shop, and trains the cube on the eggs still tumbling over each other in their hurry to get into the open and attack.]
Give me a good, sustained blast, then we can take a breather.
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He makes his way over to the building, darting across empty spaces, sticking close to walls where he can, checking the sky for any sign of witches--their shadows sweep over the cobbles of the square, but they don't descend yet, not here. It makes Mello slightly nervous. What are they waiting for?
He puts his back to the door of the corner shop, and trains the cube on the eggs still tumbling over each other in their hurry to get into the open and attack.]
Give me a good, sustained blast, then we can take a breather.