< It's fine. > The first Andalite trots to the display, leaning toward it eagerly. Telrim edges around him, her back to the office wall. < Just look at what this- >
The second follows him friend in, one eye turning back on their prisoner to say Don't get any ideas. < You dolt, the room could have been tr-! >
Telrim fires on the Andalite by the door. The Dracon's beam flashes bright and orange, the air around it heating noisily. It's stronger than a stunning bolt needs to be. she's in no mood for half-measures.
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Date: 2014-07-08 11:46 am (UTC)< It's fine. > The first Andalite trots to the display, leaning toward it eagerly. Telrim edges around him, her back to the office wall. < Just look at what this- >
The second follows him friend in, one eye turning back on their prisoner to say Don't get any ideas. < You dolt, the room could have been tr-! >
Telrim fires on the Andalite by the door. The Dracon's beam flashes bright and orange, the air around it heating noisily. It's stronger than a stunning bolt needs to be. she's in no mood for half-measures.