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You are making some progress, but the bowstruckles swarm you, tearing at your hands, arms, face, and hair, and pull at the scarf, shredding it even further. Sure, you manage to knock a few off the tree and into the water, but the ones that remain are relentless.
Keep pushing through. You're getting closer. It's only a matter of time, so long as you keep the bowtruckles from scratching out your eyes.
Jermaine continued throwing the stick bugs off him while they continued to tear at his skin. No matter what he did they still attacked his head.
Must. Keep. Them. Away. From. The. Eyes.
Shaking them off the scarf... that was almost shredded to pieces now, he wrapped what was left of it around his left hand and started punching like crazy at the creatures. There was no way he was going to let them stop him from getting his wand. They were litte sticks after all and he was a grown person. He could and he would beat these things.
Hearing a few of them splash into the water he continued his climb up the tree making sure to protect his face as he went. Almost there he reached out for his wand hoping he was close enough to grab it.
"MUST. GET. MY . WAND."