[ Sharon may be learning how to fight from a few people (it's left her nights sore) but none of them have taught her how to handle something quite like this. She knows she's no good rushing forward, the only thing she can do with a knife well is throw it and cut her food, but she's good at other things (she's yet to settle on what they should be called).
With careful concentration, so hard she can feel a hum in her chest and brain, whispers of secrets from dark places, she telekinectically forces the mammoths front legs to the ground as if it'd stepped into glue. No movement could release it but it wouldn't lat too long. ]
I hope this thing is edible! [ You know, because looking at it, there is quite a bit of meat on this thing to go around. Unless it's tainted. Yuck. ]
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With careful concentration, so hard she can feel a hum in her chest and brain, whispers of secrets from dark places, she telekinectically forces the mammoths front legs to the ground as if it'd stepped into glue. No movement could release it but it wouldn't lat too long. ]
I hope this thing is edible! [ You know, because looking at it, there is quite a bit of meat on this thing to go around. Unless it's tainted. Yuck. ]