[Harlan just rolls his eyes and scans the area until he finds a handful of nasty crab things all clustered together. Perfect. He waves a hand, and a barrage of hailstones the size of baseballs comes crashing down on the crabs. The force is great enough to crack right through their armor, and by the time the storm is done, only one crab is left alive--and barely, at that. It's half-frozen and limping, so Harlan finishes it off with a spray of acid to the face.
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Boom. Magic. And he hardly had to move.
He looks back at Law and ticks up an eyebrow.]