His legs moved with a sure swiftness they'd never before had, limbs emboldened by the rush of aether from the dead Amal'jaa behind him. He kept his silence as he ran, though, footsteps as light as he could manage, and shook his head to let the hood of his robe fall back from his ears so he could better make use of their sense. They swiveled as he ran, and he breathed deep through his nose to take in the scents around him.
A red glow coalesced at the terminus of the shadowed crag. It throbbed ahead with an almost palpable heat, growing larger as he neared where the gap opened. There could be no hesitating or planning now, he thought to himself tensely. If Shang'Gai Chah was still there, it was almost certain he already knew of Thal's approach. Securing his grip on the black spear, pulling it back slightly in preparation, he lengthened his strides, testing the limits of the aether that surged through him.
He burst from the shadows in silence and leapt for the first figure his senses fell upon without fully processing the sight of it.
A red glow coalesced at the terminus of the shadowed crag. It throbbed ahead with an almost palpable heat, growing larger as he neared where the gap opened. There could be no hesitating or planning now, he thought to himself tensely. If Shang'Gai Chah was still there, it was almost certain he already knew of Thal's approach. Securing his grip on the black spear, pulling it back slightly in preparation, he lengthened his strides, testing the limits of the aether that surged through him.
He burst from the shadows in silence and leapt for the first figure his senses fell upon without fully processing the sight of it.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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