[The moment Art tackled her, Constance started throwing out almost every hex she knows - she doesn't care who else they hit, so long as it gets him off her. It takes having him yanked off her to make her pause.
For once, she's actually glad Milla's there; she takes that hand up, but then starts shooting Artollo death glares.]
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For once, she's actually glad Milla's there; she takes that hand up, but then starts shooting Artollo death glares.]
What the hell?