[She feels Benedikta is asking all the wrong questions because Jill doesn't have a single answer for her. Never in her life has someone—or something—managed to get past her once she froze them, much less left the ice untouched and undamaged in their wake.]
I don't know! It was right here!
[Soon enough, it become obvious that it's not the birds above that Benedikta should be worried about. It's the one that's crashing through the legs of the retreating crowds, sending them running with all sorts of screaming and shrieking: "It's back!" "It'll kill us for sure this time!" "Run!" "Tell my mother I loved her!"
If the goose was merely angry before, it's full on pissed off now and it heads straight for Benedikta's feathered collar. Perhaps it thinks she finished off another goose for fashion and wants revenge, who knows. Not Jill who has only a moment to shoot off another spray of ice at the bird, only to miss as it sidesteps the attack.]
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I don't know! It was right here!
[Soon enough, it become obvious that it's not the birds above that Benedikta should be worried about. It's the one that's crashing through the legs of the retreating crowds, sending them running with all sorts of screaming and shrieking: "It's back!" "It'll kill us for sure this time!" "Run!" "Tell my mother I loved her!"
If the goose was merely angry before, it's full on pissed off now and it heads straight for Benedikta's feathered collar. Perhaps it thinks she finished off another goose for fashion and wants revenge, who knows. Not Jill who has only a moment to shoot off another spray of ice at the bird, only to miss as it sidesteps the attack.]
Benedikta, behind you!