Rand chuckled, overlooking the pit where two of his brother now squabbled as his eyes took to scanning the area about them. Though his weapons never lowered, he still seemed much more at ease since the cease in the fight, "Let me know when you two come to blows, then I'll be interested," his voice resounded over the vox before eyeing over the corridor that flickered with psychic energy. It was only then that he felt the twinge of pain that had been inflicted upon him by the tainted bastards, rolling his shoulders to dismiss the feeling as he once again spoke over vox, "We need to get moving. Establishing a foothold must be paramount."

With that, he'd resume over looking his comrades, ensuring that no foreign surprises arose from their skirmish before.
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>Turning to face the corridor
>Turning back to the pit
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