"Thank you for rescuing us from the fray, Jacob Lyre," Yr'Arl said, placing one of his paws on my shoulder in a sign of what I could only assume was respect. "My suit would not have lasted long against that beast, I am not certain how you managed to combat it for so long in the Pren base alone."
I drew my sword from its holster.
"This is made from one of their claws, lets me fight on an equal pegging to a degree," I said. "Fal, you alright?"
"I'll live," she replied. "But I never want to get that close to one of those things ever again."
