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Grinning, Ro lunges knife-first at Qebrus.


The flash of Ro's glass blade glints in Qebrus' eye, alerting him to the oncoming attack.


Qebrus dodges, narrowly missing Ro's blade, which shatters against the edge of his left cuff.


Ro looks down at her broken weapon, scowling.


RO [ sarcastic ]


...Nice.


DAL


Qeb!


Dal reaches out to warn Qebrus--or perhaps, to remind him.


DAL


Qeb!


QEBRUS


I know.


Qebrus responds calmly, eyeing Ro as she reaches for her flail.


DAL


Okay, just--


Just try--


Dal stumbles with the words as she, Sorril, and Bome circle to the other side of what is now a battlefield.


DAL


Try not to hurt——


QEB [ irritated ]


I know.

RS069

For their part, eidolans tend not to bemoan the erjan public’s mistrust—while it often presents considerable social hurdles, they are otherwise in very little danger, owing to their extreme physical size and strength. As far as anyone can tell, this appears to be a racial trait, independent of lifestyle.

Of course, this has not stopped the explosive growth of a new cottage industry, promising self-conscious erjans eidolan physique with minimal effort. Those peddling diets, elixirs, and spiritual regiments of all sorts are insistent that results are guaranteed… provided they’ve already booked their passage out of town.

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