Rolling up his spotless sleeves, the White-Aproned Warrior, balancing on one leg as he landed on the ground turned to Parsley and Nevanlinna with the widest grin that seemed...offputting, as much as it was familiar.
"As you were, ladies," he said, his voice reverbing strangely as if a second spoke in tandem from within, "We're in rare form today, and that's the goddamn truth!"
His back was turned entirely to Auroc as the black and red beam descended, bathing the environs in an unnatural glow...
"Now if you'll excuse me..." With a casual shift in stancem he turned and kicked the blast apart. Red separated from Black entirely as hundreds of burning streams of energy flew back upwards into the sky. "I think we all have some business to attend to, am I right?"
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