The fairies screech, laugh, and wail under the variety of responses, a mixture of fear, excitement, and delight. They're scattered, but there are so many of them.
"The stone is a lie! It is enchanted metal!" The ones being blown back by Mjolnir cry out. They're blown towards Casey. Those who aren't still attacking him are mimicking his backflips.
"Ooh! Look at the new wings! Can we touch them? They look so smooth and tasty!" Two dozen crawl all over Dory's wings, some caressing them, some biting at them.
Pumpkin bombs and magical blasts seem to work just fine, smacking the fairies to and fro. Some retreat, but the swarms are still coming.
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