[ The overcast heavens are still once more, as if no clash took place past Azys Lla's impenetrable defenses, blasts bright in the distant skies. For a time, the intruders seem thwarted.
With suspicions to confirm, however, whilst his chosen brothers and their king make for their destination proper, Zephirin awaits their persistent foes. His blade drawn greets the arriving Warrior; he darts aside, evading her opening onslaught. Yet to transform, he notes her fury, his own expression devoid of emotion.
This time, she is alone.
He permits himself a retort, in the space between movements to defend and prepare, raising his voice so that it reaches her ears, delivering his assessment blandly: ]
One might say the same of you.
[ The Vault, for one, was stained with her handiwork. ]
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With suspicions to confirm, however, whilst his chosen brothers and their king make for their destination proper, Zephirin awaits their persistent foes. His blade drawn greets the arriving Warrior; he darts aside, evading her opening onslaught. Yet to transform, he notes her fury, his own expression devoid of emotion.
This time, she is alone.
He permits himself a retort, in the space between movements to defend and prepare, raising his voice so that it reaches her ears, delivering his assessment blandly: ]
One might say the same of you.
[ The Vault, for one, was stained with her handiwork. ]