The mask covering his face faced the onslaught stoically, though Thal's posture buckled down, vibrating with tension. He ignored the heat, instead waiting for K'ile to come close. Then he jerked his own weapon up, and both spears clashed against one another, throwing sparks between them as he sought to deflect the blow. He followed through with the motion, twisting the dark barb hard to knock it solidly into K'ile's chest.
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"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."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
