He follows at a leisurely stroll. It's but the work of a moment to flick his finger upwards and scatter the cover that poor person had been hiding behind. Not that it would have helped, really, against a vortex like this.
"Best run quickly, Rhea'li," he calls. "'Tis survival of the fittest."
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"Best run quickly, Rhea'li," he calls. "'Tis survival of the fittest."