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Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us He could hear some distant shouting from the ships nearby, either due to his movements or Sunjata’s (likely a combination of both), but he purposefully didn’t glance their way. Didn’t want to appear threatening or overbearing, menacing or minatory. The ambition had been to ensure those individuals didn’t get wrapped up into impending turmoil and danger; not agitate and rile. Unless it was the dolphins. The encantandos seemed quite put off by the escapade of lightning, loud snorts and volleys of tirades coming from below. Several dove underneath to avoid the dragon and thunderbird wrath altogether, while others, clearly audacious and impudent, glared, maneuvering their thunderclouds towards Sunjata and Deimos alike. At which Deimos rolled his eyes, going above, well out of their range, before firing off another round of spark-embedded warnings. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left