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#ScyFryday he flipped and rolled as the pursuing's craft energy beams strafed his X-Wing, his skills as a pilot the only reason he was still alive. A fate not shared by a large number of the others, his friends...still he did not have time to mourn them just yet as a second craft
#ScyFryday who stood there a sneer of confidence, perhaps arrogance on his face as he looked at the 10 rebels in the room. Even as they started to reach for weapons he was moving forward a red blur around him that was part energy beam part blood spray in the wake of his strikes
#ScyFryday Looks like they aren't coming to come quietly Valiena noted looking across to Aelin.
Good I could use the workout she called back as her silver hair and rumble flew past her face the explosion that caused it ignored by her. Well don't just stand there holding that big
#ScyFryday - the chamber door's opened to reveal her, surrounded by fast fading smoke of technomagical energies. No longer the defenceless girl she had been but now something more than human. Something shaped and moulded by technomancy...