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Flint Back Armadillo
Cavern corridors suddenly flash sporadically with light. Small sparks wink in and out of existence at break neck speed. A rolling ball illuminated amongst a series of fire strikes. Unrolling itself it screeches to a stop, long claws clear away the stone.
Collecting sap or tar upon its long flint spines, the small sparks become a raging, rolling inferno. Melting away the ground and creating long columns. Sizzling slate and small fires are all that is left behind.
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