Galkrim scowled at his bow. At his current size, the weapon was as thick around as his waist and massive in length. At his feet a broken length of thread coiled like a severed snake, trailing wisps of purple smoke. He'd drawn the weapon back to fire another arrow among the countless others that had taken flight, but this time the string snapped. The lizard could still feel the sting of it in his muzzle, where a dull throb resided. As much as it hurt to see his weapon broken, the reptile faced a far more worrisome problem: how to get back to his normal size.

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