[Once he's out of the way, Edna faces the barrier. Extending her arm out in front of her, towards the barrier in her way, she calls out to the arte-- just like she would have before.]
Rock Lance.
[The ground before her cracks and several rock peeks form from the ground, at her chosen target-- the barrier. Worth a shot.]
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Rock Lance.
[The ground before her cracks and several rock peeks form from the ground, at her chosen target-- the barrier. Worth a shot.]