"Aren't you paying attention, Aegri?" Ayse pointed at her next. "I don't want to play with him all day. So either keep making calls or watch more closely."
Being called out in such a strange fashion, Aegri's fingers committed to trying the new contact. She clicked the icon without thinking and began the call before she could change her mind.
Vael, on the other hand, shrugged off the blow to his chest. "So? Threads are all the mouse can muster? Then your death is certain. It's just a matter of time till you fall."
"And the sun will certainly rise at dawn," quipped Ayse, "just so it can greet me every morning. Didn't you, Veal?"
"It's VAEL!!"
Rampant fury emanated from Vael's messed-up hair and contorted frown. His forearms were fully covered in black wisps, with the knife having the thickest layer of ohra.
Ch-chting!
A chunk of the floor was fileted by the ohra-coated knife, missing Ayse's hopping legs.
