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Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Likewise – encantados were usually left alone by the Sword. Most of the time they didn’t represent a threat to him, but in this case, with all the ships…his head tilted, configuring things in his head. He didn’t want the merchants to think they were the threatening pieces, should they come too close to the boats. All right. And maybe stay out of range of any cannons. He didn’t care to come under fire himself. Diving quickly, he unfurled his massive wings, but maintained his hovering portions away from the multitudes of sails and cargo. With any luck, the sheer size of both of their shifts might put the dolphins off the scent for trouble and mischief – but with their growing storm, he remained uncertain. Opting to be pragmatic, he sent a volley of electricity a fair distance off, being careful not to touch the water, but so that it skimmed quickly feet above the surface, enough to initiate a warning to the beasts. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left