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Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us The encantados were bold, he’d give them that. Narrowing his eyes, he watched as they maneuvered the storm clouds towards Sunjata and himself…but then, seemed to think differently the moment the threat lacquered through the dragon’s interim, and then his own cast shards and sparks. One could almost see the wheels turning, yearning to be indulgent and unleash the torrent of disaster and mayhem, but wonder if it would be worth the risk thereafter. Even if they were to fire off rounds of lightning, both he and the Flood would survive it – and likely the dolphins wouldn’t. Not with either man’s ability to avenge. So some turned up their noses before disappearing and dissipating beneath the waves. Others simply scoffed and moved away, following the ones from before. Only about two remained, and even they knew better – the threatening expanse disappearing overhead – before they seemed to spit out a flare of water from their mouths, none of it reaching either of them. Granting an inward snort, the Sword shook his avian head, before flicking back up, away from the ships. I do not think I have ever fought those creatures. Plenty of others, certainly. He’d be taking notes for the guild journals, at the very least. You? the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left