[ Assessment: not good. Not only are they being disgustingly indiscreet, the cloud around them has obscured the area to an extent where his opponent's effectively cut him off from his Master. He trusts Lien not to be foolhardy, but in a pinch, he also knows that her skills aren't offensive unless she has something to fight back with.
And even then, it's hard to fight back when it's this difficult to navigate anywhere that's not within a two-feet periphery. Again, not good. ]
The dulachán, huh.
[ That's the Irish equivalent of the headless horseman, though he has to wonder if the Hessian counterpart is a bit different. A low click of his tongue under his breath, and he calls out: ]
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And even then, it's hard to fight back when it's this difficult to navigate anywhere that's not within a two-feet periphery. Again, not good. ]
The dulachán, huh.
[ That's the Irish equivalent of the headless horseman, though he has to wonder if the Hessian counterpart is a bit different. A low click of his tongue under his breath, and he calls out: ]
Lien! Can you hear me?