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Graves already had his console up and a finger hovering over the go button when a voice caught his attention. It was Luci, barking orders like a drill sergeant, backed up by Pris' and Leaves. They were Aaginim's groupies. Any threats they made would actually be backed up, unlike the rest of these schmucks. Graves broke eye contact with Rael and looked over to them, gauging how much this raid mattered to him. Was it worth taking a hit to his ego? Or should he draw anyway and try his luck?

That last dagger as she turned away caused him to grind his teeth and let just an inch more steel kiss the air. He was [i]really[/i] thinking about it.

The wizard, Priscilica, seemed able to read his intentions, warning him against it. [i][color=C4407A]'I got a fireball with your name on it,'[/color][/i] she quipped.

Finally a heavy sigh left his lungs just as his hand left his sword. It was still horrifically embarrassing. His cheeks-- and eyes-- were on fire. He wasn't going to forget it anytime soon. But that was a fight for another day. Graves put his hands up in Pris's direction to let her know he was through, stating: [color=dc143c]"Yeah, yeah, we're through. Hope you don't get stuck with her."[/color]

His attention shifted back to the table behind him, and the poor newbie that'd gotten stuck in the middle of that mess. [color=dc143c]"Uhh...sorry, uh, about that."[/color] He coughed, grabbing the edge of the table and pulling it back to where it was once before.

God damn did he need a towel.  
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