[He drops into a runner's crouch as the first words leave her lips. He doesn't worry about taking too much damage he'd come back in his Paladin armor. If only he came back with his helmet.
Ah well.]
You got it.
[Scents rise in the air. He can't place why they're there. Her chant weaves in the air and he assumes the two are related. Maybe. It doesn't matter right now. He breathes in deep opening himself to his Galra senses. His senses subtly sharpen.]
no subject
Ah well.]
You got it.
[Scents rise in the air. He can't place why they're there. Her chant weaves in the air and he assumes the two are related. Maybe. It doesn't matter right now. He breathes in deep opening himself to his Galra senses. His senses subtly sharpen.]
Stay on my right and we'll go on your mark.