[ The drones, it seems, have different plans. In the settling dust of the Nidhoggr's abrupt descent, machines spill over the rubble of what used to be a marketplace and is now more of a smoking crater. Their spindly legs bend in half to retract and extend in quick, restless motions at the sight of Seoraj emerging from the wreckage. One zooms to close in.
And freezes, caught still in a burst of electric blue. Sparks explode from its body with a high-pitched shriek of twisting metal and overloaded circuits, until it drops to the earth with a muted clunk.
And at the other end of that electric arc is Mr. Chatty. Dust-covered, bloodied, and breathing heavy, he braces an energy gun between some kind of makeshift harness and his one good arm — which is looking at least a little sturdier than wet spagetti these days, though not much. ]
Hurry, [ he says, true to form. The harbinger's arrival had shifted his priorities, from herding civilians to getting back to The Phoenix before it took off, but he owes Seoraj more than to leave him to fend for himself. ]
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And freezes, caught still in a burst of electric blue. Sparks explode from its body with a high-pitched shriek of twisting metal and overloaded circuits, until it drops to the earth with a muted clunk.
And at the other end of that electric arc is Mr. Chatty. Dust-covered, bloodied, and breathing heavy, he braces an energy gun between some kind of makeshift harness and his one good arm — which is looking at least a little sturdier than wet spagetti these days, though not much. ]
Hurry, [ he says, true to form. The harbinger's arrival had shifted his priorities, from herding civilians to getting back to The Phoenix before it took off, but he owes Seoraj more than to leave him to fend for himself. ]