[Ignoring the cries of the man on the ground, Benedikta tries to reach out for the whale, but it's no use. She cannot grab one of the spears without harming it further with the way that it's moving.]
With that arm? No.
[Benedikta makes a face as she stares down at the whale, her brow furrowing.]
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With that arm? No.
[Benedikta makes a face as she stares down at the whale, her brow furrowing.]
... I will, if you think you can remove them.