K'ile's ears pitched back as a familiar figure burst from the darkness. He saw a Woodwailer's mask, but he would know those ears, that smell anywhere. "You!? What the fu-" He snarled, and did not hesitate. The action came more naturally in the face of this interloper than if an Amal'jaa had jumped out of the shadows at him. Aether fired from K'ile's chest into the metal rod, making it glow with heat, and he thrust it past the oncoming spike of his assailant, trying to strike a mortal blow. He turned one of his large, armored shoulder plates to take the blow of the spike.
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