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Fenna gave a small nod, then leaned in toward the woman. "If I ever see you again, you won't be lucky enough to die from fire."
The woman looked away, her face was pale.
Zephyr turned back to the rune-rod wielder. "Tell your client," he said, voice cold, "I'll see him in five days. In the arena. And I'll make sure he regrets not trying harder tonight."
He grabbed the man's burned crest and crushed it underfoot. The rogue flinched.
Zephyr turned to Star and pointed to the scattered weapons nearby. "Melt them all."
Star snorted a thin plume of fire and swept one wing low. A few sparks later, the rogue gear began to blacken, sizzle, and warp.
The rogues looked away.
Zephyr spat on the ground saying, "Let's go."
Fenna's gaze flicked to Star. "And they might send more."
Zephyr nodded. "Then we move, now."
