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The sword burned in her hand, an image shimmering on the metal surface. Glancing at it Rath saw darkness with only a spark of light within. So the elf has turned back? Is she faint of heart or has she come to the conclusion that this world is not worth saving? The sword burned even hotter yet Rath ignored it's painful plee. Lifting it straight before her face she snarled. "If you want the elf so badly bring her here."
She'd not ment that but there had been a flash and a pop and suddenly the elf, or elves to Rath's eyes, were sitting on the next landing on the obsidian stairway. Slamming the sword into the sheath, were it's power hummed pleased with itself, Rath bounded down the last few stairways. "Well it seems that you shall be joining us and that it is the others that must continue in the dark...I'd speak words for them but their deaths are not upon my head." Passing by as the gypsy caught up and began to help the elf to her feet Rath let one last barb fly over her shoulders. "They're on yours." |
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