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[At first the recording seems an accident. The communicator has clearly been dropped to the floor, and Avari stands almost on top of it, or rather, lunges across the screen. The curved saber she has always carried is unsheathed, and blade sweeps across the edge of the scream amidst a spray of some dark liquid. The elf's features are set sharply in concentration, and the words spill quickly from her tongue.]
Ahira!
[Her arm lashes out and the air is bathed in fire for a moment, fire that sweeps out across the screen and catches what dark limbs and shapes are on camera. A smile forks across her mouth, and her voice is gruff and oddly enthusiastic. Boisterous as always. She speaks without looking at the communicator, and rolls the sword in a quick arc as if loosening her wrist.]
This's more like it! Karasu, you look after Hewley, eh? Wrath, kid, where in the git's hell are you? Missing all the fun, you are. Boys, best look to yourselves. Anyone needs anything, you can make it to the forge, eh?
[She glances down at the communicator, winks.]
You'll be safe.
Ahira!
[Her arm lashes out and the air is bathed in fire for a moment, fire that sweeps out across the screen and catches what dark limbs and shapes are on camera. A smile forks across her mouth, and her voice is gruff and oddly enthusiastic. Boisterous as always. She speaks without looking at the communicator, and rolls the sword in a quick arc as if loosening her wrist.]
This's more like it! Karasu, you look after Hewley, eh? Wrath, kid, where in the git's hell are you? Missing all the fun, you are. Boys, best look to yourselves. Anyone needs anything, you can make it to the forge, eh?
[She glances down at the communicator, winks.]
You'll be safe.