[and that's precisely where he's trying to keep her from reaching, but he's also partially wrapped up in the memory of the story he's telling. Sending out arcs of flame low, towards her legs, hoping to keep her less mobile]
It stole them. One after another, right out from under us.
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It stole them. One after another, right out from under us.
[using 'us' without thinking about it]