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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
Frixion Prime[/color][/center]

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Rave grinned as he reached down and unhooked his helmet from his waist, placing the credits on the table shortly after the check arrived for their drinks. [color=SteelBlue]"They made the mistake of being obvious, so the flow of the upcoming fight is already out of their hands. We'll head out the front, pretend we don't notice them. I'll disappear from sight after we're around a corner. From there, I say we play a game of cat and mouse with them just so this isn't over too quickly."[/color] Placing his helmet on his head, the Spectre stands and heads for the door, watching Akagalcia in case she really had drunk too much to walk and maintain her balance.

However, true to his word, as soon as the pair of them were out the door and around the corner from it, the psion was engulfed in a blue lattice work of energy after his visor lowered into place briefly before he vanished from physical sight. His thoughts, however, echoed in Akagalcia's mind as he drew a pair of his punch knives and moved to the corner of a nearby alley way, a thin line of ice guiding her to follow since the shimmer of his cloak was difficult to see even for those experienced in seeing it. [color=SteelBlue][i]"Just follow the ice, and we'll be close. If we get separated, keep your thoughts open so I can find you. Easy enough?"[/i][/color]