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[color=SteelBlue]<I mean no offense, but I'd rather not do something super unfamiliar right now.>[/color] Rave sent. Akagalcia sniggered very quietly.

<Then lead, runner. We shall be prey. [i]They will not catch us.[/i]> Akagalcia stooped down to the floor of the cargo shell, tapping the kukri's spine against the alloy paneled floor for a surprisingly loud [i]cleowng, cleowng, cleowng[/i] sound. <Project to my hand. I will teach you another pattern.> She held up the piece of glowing red asphalt, which was starting to crack, lancing a much more intense heat from within out into their confined space as the personnel searching for them gathered around the cargo shell. Her will on the asphalt was a beacon in his mind. Rave wouldn't even have to look to extend his will and give her what she was asking for.

[color=black]"Athredani Circumstantial Forces! Disarm, disrobe, and deactivate that thermal charge or we will open fire! This is your only warning![/color]

<Coldsnap the moment you project to me. They will not be harmed.> She stepped silently closer to him. He could already feel something new about Akagalcia's projection...