Recognizing that whiny, drawling voice, the Oracle Guardian, lying motionless in his own blood, burst into a thunderous laugh before quickly breaking off into a painful coughing fit that caused him to spit out a gush of dark, partially clotted fluid.
When the cough subsided, Citro inquired with a snort of sarcasm,
"To what do I owe the pleasure of a Rank 3 Aetherist's visit? I do not believe you are here to enjoy the scenery."
The Rank 3 Aetherist giggled happily in response, then with a somersault landed squarely onto Citro's chest. Looking up, the Oracle Guardian was able to confirm who he was dealing with.
The humanoid creature using his armor as a welcome mat was a small alien reminiscent of a gremlin. An ungainly mix between a koala, an imp and a lizard, its bulging yellow eyes and large elephant ears gave it a funny look. Greenish, wrinkled and wearing only a worn-out toga, this thing was not exactly a model of elegance and loveliness in the Mirror Universe.
