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<span class="mu-i">Papers are filched and read, Crashthunder bows and the Rikovian Blade nods. And then, as if nothing else has happened, he contemplates returning to his tea.
Lady Gradegras feels the winds of justice at her back and slams through the two slicerats trying to bar the doors into the Grey Manor. From within, a formation of Slice-Rats lead by a leader who notices her voice shakes when she barks orders oppose her.
In the frontyard, the Quiet Prowler faces down a six-on-one fight and plants their feet and squares their stance and moves like lightning on a dry, warm day and despite the onslaught of hands, feet, capes, alchemical flares and the high and grand Icons themselves the Greyrat somehow stays standing.
Rolling with the impact of a blow that would rend lesser Names to their constituent components the Quiet Prowler flicks their knife around, blinks away the blood and flashing lights in their vision and shifts footwork. Fourth Dusk comes up in a roll, ducking under Lagomorpheus cape as it busily drinks in sunlight, flicks a fuel-cell. It rattles as it passes from hand to pocket back to hand as the Quiet Prowler counters with a flick and scatters one of the charges elsewhere. Amicus advances in a heat-shimmer and barks an order.
The Prowler opens his mouth to speak. </span>
"<span class="mu-r">Listen, I wasn't for taking your people, I don't steal liv--</span>"
Whatever else was meant to pass forward is drowned out by the warbling woosh of the Jaeger full cell flash-dumping its entire energetic load in a long note of friction screaming. It's not loud. It should be. The cells are artifice of the House of the Bonded, to channel vast forces in their sigilcraft and their advanced Bonded devices. Mountains are moved at their whim and by their will. Why isn't it loud? Somehow, it just sets your senses alight with a keening.
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