Prequel

Naira was very good at brushing things off, especially when they weren't hurty-painy. The only thing that still kind of stung was her cheek, and that gaping scratch that had cleaved into the muscle below her ocipital bone had completely mended by this point. The only trace left behind was caked blood. But with a swift, irritated brush of gloved fingers, that too was gone 0 disintegrated into the wind, leaving nothing behind but very clear skin.

The Reaver's good eye focused on Pang and looked him over. It was a good thing Scarlet wasn't here ... Or is she? wondered the half-dragon. A quick glance at her surroundings indicated no lurking V-ACT 32. But then again, the Juggernaut was remarkably stealthy when she wanted to be.

"Still, sorry. You aren't a local, eh?" Oh right, her knife! Naira doubled back to rummage it from foliage. She quickly holstered it, alabaster talons wriggling at the ticklish sensation of hilt upon bare flesh. Naira laughed. "Not like there are locals right now. This place is quiet except for the random animal. But it sure as hell beats Deep Forest, getting nuked by a warhead-toting airship whenever he fancies the idea." She tilted her head, bangs falling into her face. "What's your name?"

Above, a familiar figure clung to low-hanging branches. Terry the Graveling snickered, barely holding back laughter as he stared at Pang.