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[were_it_so_easy]

[The Arbiter roars, the call a challenge to these 'monsters' that threaten the very existence of-- well, they might eat a capybara.]

This is what you would have me fight?

['Sup, Vertiline. The Arbiter is stalking around, dual-wielding sword and torch. His capybara is reluctantly in tow, with a few vorpal bunny corpses strapped to its harness

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[mezzaline]

I have faced much worse than this at home.

[Though she sounds amused, she also sounds a little weary; as simple as the mice are to dispatch, the rabbits are faster, tougher, and delicious.]

Where are you, Arbiter? I will join you.

[were_it_so_easy]

As have I.

[Camaraderie of experienced aliens/monsters = get.]

I stand at the southern edge of the forest. How near are you?

[mezzaline]

Near enough. I will be there in a few minutes' time.

[She doesn't take long to find the arbiter. She carries no torch, but in her hands is a sticky web filled with jack-mice. As she approaches, she wraps it around itself tightly, and then holds it up to the Arbiter. It wiggles in her grasp, but the mice are secure.]

Will you burn this?

[were_it_so_easy]

[The Arbiter stands in patience and company, his call beginning to be heeded. He eyes the trappings and the Sangheili equivalent of a smile takes his mandibles.]

Lay it on the ground. I will burn them.

Can you lay such traps with speed?

[mezzaline]

[Mezzaline sets the web on the ground and steps aside.]

Yes. Where shall I set them?

[She's not stupid, but Mezzaline is no skilled tactician.]

[were_it_so_easy]

[First it is fire that he puts to the tangled prey, a priority. Then into the forest he points.]

Lay them between the trees. If they flee the fire, they will be tangled there. In either case, it shall be to their doom.

[mezzaline]

[Mezzaline grins, her mouth parting far enough to show hints of her fangs.]

As you command, Arbiter.

[Mezzaline goes to do as he bids. She works with speed and precision, though she laments the inelegance of the webs she lays. Still, these are not for beauty - these are tools of war. For this, vanity steps aside.]