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

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Rave didn't respond, but it was clear he was there with her, his presence noticeable to her. When the seven caught up, Akagalcia would be glad to see that their opponent's for the night were lacking the presence of the copper-hair she mentioned, but that almost all of them were carrying a knife of their own, easily concealed by their jackets. The one carrying something was carrying a crudely made great sword, but all carried a leering grin as they walked into the clearing. The one in front noted her kukri and motioned they all stay out of reach, even as the faintest shift of a shimmering figure behind them took up a position behind the large sword bearer. [color=DarkGreen]"Ah, look at this; poor girl must have still been too sober to trick into her armored friend's bed. Pity, you're so pretty, not to mention rare. What do you think boys, should we offer her our tender services for the time?"[/color] This was met with several excited whoops and hell yeahs as they formed a semi-circle in front of Akagalcia, the leader in the middle.

Rave's face became strained with fury as the memory he'd skimmed off the leader's mind suddenly made sense. That girl had been his victim, not his willing partner. As he sheathed the punch knives and drew his sabertooth knives in their place, he moved towards the leader as he spoke. [color=DarkGreen]"I think I'll let Ralph here take first turn with you, since the ladies are usually intimi-Hup!"[/color] His speech is cut off as the edge of an invisible knife slit his gut open. It's bearer came back into the visible spectrum in a lattice work of blue energy as he spun around the man and grabbed his head, snapping his neck for good measure. When the Spectre spoke, his voice was heavily filtered and full of a cold rage, giving him quite the terrifying sound.

[color=SteelBlue]"Well then ladies, I hope you made peace with your god."[/color] There was no immediate response as the remaining six men stared at the armor clad psion in astonishment. They simply couldn't figure out where he'd come from.