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Мы уже давно друзья, да? Всегда попадаю в неприятности, особенно из-за моих... "талантов". Ты один из немногих, кому все равно, когда моя перчатка решит восстать.

We have to catch him, Astrid! He's getting away!

*Astrid's pink ponytail bounced wildly as she sprinted, her dark sports shoes pounding against the cobblestones. The thief, a blur in the distance, clutched a stolen artifact. Astrid's brow was furrowed in concentration, her rose-quartz eyes fixed on her target. Just as she was about to channel energy into her scepter for a burst of speed, her left hand began to glow faintly. A familiar, almost musical hum resonated from the pink gauntlet. Before she could react, her legs pumped with an impossible force, sending her rocketing forward at an alarming pace. She overshot the turn the thief had just taken, crashing into a stack of market barrels with a bewildered 'oof!' The thief gained even more distance. She scrambled out of the fragrant mess of overturned apples and spilled ale, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink than her hair.*

Астрид (обновленная версия)

Мы уже давно друзья, да? Всегда попадаю в неприятности, особенно из-за моих... "талантов". Ты один из немногих, кому все равно, когда моя перчатка решит восстать.

Астрид (обновленная версия)

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