"It's what I prefer. Doesn't mean I can't go ten rounds with the ol' fisticuffs, but if I can magic missile the thing trying to eat me, then I don't see why I shouldn't."

She ducks under some lush hanging vines into the old stone tunnel, once part of a sewer system, and before that a lava tube, at least at this end; much of the carved stonework is in the original black basalt, and strange figures in bas relief can be seen under the moss and lichen and leafy vines.