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Arlyth sidled closer to Alae, until he was at her side, his swords still drawn, his brow creased in concentration, ready to unleash a barrage of spells on command. Casting a sidelong whisper to his cousin, more of a quiet hiss he demanded, "Why aren't we attacking it?" his snarl implied anger and hatred. Arlyth's tone implied just how much he loathed the 'Kreen.
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