Mr Drawlight paused. The head of the ion mace bounced along thespongy bank, then whistled in the air as the Khagggun whirled it around for the death blow. When they get that close that could be a problem. Possibly it was the writhing beat, the primordial excitement of being here, a secretdance club where V'ornn and Kundalan existed side by side without enmity.
Riane struggled to rise as the spell dissipated, drew her dagger, preparing to defend herself. The data was encrypted. Can you not spare a moment to help one of your kin? Riane rose and silently moved out into the street. At once, the blackness inflated like a sail, engulfing the three of them.
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