[sylvanSpider]

“Then ah suppose ye'll jes 'ave t--” Damon began, getting cut off by the blade barely poking in between the buttons on his jacket. Wide eyes softening to a wry smirk, “...Touche. But y'know, we 'aven't been either. We're known though, 'cause we don't hide, right Roek?”

“Tch. Yeah, we're not like that bitch Marco. Or, 'parently, you,” Roek added, raising his eyebrows as he watched Tennan's tongue tracing the edge of the blade before sliding it back into her garter. His apprehension appeared to be fading, but then, it was near impossible for anyone, save for the other brother, to know what was actually going on in his mind. “Alright. We'll give ye that. An' it seems we've got certain comm'nalities with ye. So, what say you? Help us 'unt the redhead? We ain't gon' turn 'im in though. Cap said we could try an' recruit 'im. So dun kill 'im if ye find 'im first.”

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Qi was stuck. Broken. All around her were the pieces, the remnants of a life that had been stripped from her in a matter of minutes. She'd managed to escape with relatively few cuts and scrapes, but they were coming for her. If not to kill her outright as they had the rest of her people, then for slavery. Qian Bao long ago decided that death would be the better alternative, but if they decided on the latter, she couldn't even kill herself. Her katana was on the verge of falling apart and she knew that it was no longer sharp enough to even so much as cause a paper cut.

But there was a noise. A loud noise. Even Qi with her will to live had to see what was going on. She poked her head to see the blinding light—undoubtedly those that were seeking, and thereby obtaining, conquest.

They were landing.