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They were in view. Well, not really. The darkness of the dome had made it difficult to see further than a few feet in front. She could hear them, though. It helped that the constant stream of bugs around her chose to focus on whatever the owners of the voices were doing. The tornado of feathers that surrounded her lit her way. It wasn't much light, but it was enough to ensure that she wouldn't trip on things in front of her. Then, the ground in front of her reflected the light from her feathers. The fact that the rocks she could barely see were being sucked away wasn't something she noticed. Years of experience taught her that reflective surfaces were ghoulish and were to be avoided. She was getting there in age, too. One bad slip...

She leapt during her sprint. Her feathers that surrounded her coalesced in two parts. One, a platform beneath her feet she could jump off of, avoiding the ground as much as she could. The second formed a ball in her hands. It was unstable creation, wishing to break apart at the first possible moment. Still, she leapt off the quickly vanishing platform with the ball in hand. In air, she pitched it at the two having a conversation. Quickly, it burst into a bright torrent of feathers loosely aimed at whatever was in the area.

Using the cover of darkness, she moved along the ground. When she was within reach, a blade of flame formed as she drew from an invisible scabbard. An immense iai designed to slice at whatever was in front of her. It seemed like an outstretched arm. Hard to tell in the darkness. It might have just been another insect leg.