[In both of Moira's hands appear orbs. The right one is purple, the left one is yellow. With a flick of her wrists, she releases the yellow one. Almost miraculously, innocent people who are being hurt start to heal as strings of light stretch off the orb towards them while it bounces against walls. Moira wastes no time in looking at them though, her eyes focused on the trebuchet.
A simplistic piece of technology but one that she knows will serve their purposes.]
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A simplistic piece of technology but one that she knows will serve their purposes.]
How adept are you at climbing?