[It might be a pretty song, but it's also a sad one. It makes Estelle frown, her eyelids drooping. Her will to keep going droops -- and both of them joining in slams her backward, as if physically struck.]
[Ow ow ow.]
All right, that's it! I can't play nice!
[It's got a little less fire. Estelle leaps, staff spinning over her head. She jumps down, and tries to whack both with a quick swing of her staff!]
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[Ow ow ow.]
All right, that's it! I can't play nice!
[It's got a little less fire. Estelle leaps, staff spinning over her head. She jumps down, and tries to whack both with a quick swing of her staff!]