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Vers continued spying upon the others, and tapped a finger to his earpiece upon hearing Crona speak up.

"Cel, do you copy? We have confirmation; these are the Oress holders."

Given how Crona was apparently able to pick out her successor, Vers anxiously fiddled behind the AC unit. What if Craya could pick him out?



Durnam observed, from Preston's shadows, his new surroundings. Inevitably, this was their hideout, given the relatively large area for training, and the cave near the back. However, his situation was turning for the worse as Preston approached a lamp.

Looks like he's figured it out. Not bad, but you're not going to win, either way. You're lucky that my power doesn't last as long as it should.

Durnam didn't really notice what Preston did next, since he had already braced to strike from the shadows. As Preston's knife swung down to slice at the shadow's midsection, Durnam pounced out of the shadows, with his spear aimed at Preston's head. Despite Durnam's attempt to dodge the knife, Preston would find his blade embedded in Durnam's chestplate (although it didn't go quite through, given the hardness of the titanium carbide exterior. Still, it's something of an inhibitor). Nonetheless, Preston would - if only for a brief moment before DUrnam struck - notice the multiple black lines running across Durnam's face.

And then, Durnam drove his spear into his target, hoping that he could finish off Preston with one decisive blow.



Koren just sorta chilled there, patiently waiting for them to go so he could get 'em glow-in-the-dark stickers.