A flash of sliver cut the air between Cypress' body and Thal's, taking a piece of flesh from the Roegadyn's arm as well. A long cloth followed behind it, glowing with the names of Duskwight long past, and when the knife swerved in midair to arch behind her, the cloth followed it. The cloth snapped tight and pulled across Cypress chest with surprising force, like a strong arm crashing against her. The cloth, already scorching hot, was not burned by Cypress' magic.
From his position, K'ile couldn't stop Thal from moving too much, but he kept his hand's on the shirt the man was wearing and kept his legs against Thal's legs to limit mobility. "You think anyone is going to help you?"
From his position, K'ile couldn't stop Thal from moving too much, but he kept his hand's on the shirt the man was wearing and kept his legs against Thal's legs to limit mobility. "You think anyone is going to help you?"
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