Oh, good. Swords. [She smiles, the expression far too twisted to show any real happiness. Regina doesn't really do real happiness. She glances over at Emma.]
Step back.
[She raises her hands, heedless of if Emma listens or not, and shoves a big blast of magic at Milah, knocking her back a whole lot harder than she'd knocked Emma back. Then she steps forward, conjuring up a fireball.]
You two deal with the delusional pirate. I've been itching to set someone on fire since I came here.
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Step back.
[She raises her hands, heedless of if Emma listens or not, and shoves a big blast of magic at Milah, knocking her back a whole lot harder than she'd knocked Emma back. Then she steps forward, conjuring up a fireball.]
You two deal with the delusional pirate. I've been itching to set someone on fire since I came here.