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[It's not hard--besides the flash, Jun's soul flares like a beacon, red and blue, shining and burning like a flame that's far too bright. He's back on his feet, but he can't do too many more megido like that...at least it knocked the thing back some.]
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[He's crouched, perched on a streetlight, as the thing charges again--and the lamp wobbles, bending and creaking. He's never gonna get close enough to drain it.]