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In the middle of a glade, Raqatay watches from a boulder perch fish darting about in the pond below. He snaps his head up at a noise from behind him. Standing, he watches with deep hatred as an Angel emerges from behind a tree. Wordlessly, the Angel sends a magical beam at him. Raqatay blocks it easily and sends his own at the Angel. It strikes the Angel's shoulder. The Angel curses and leaps forward, a magical shield ercting itself around him. Raqa blasts through the shield and leaps down, a sword birthed from magic in his hand. He thrusts the sword into the Angel's chest, sneering at it's death scream. Throwing the body into the pond, he resumes his seat on the boulder, watching the fish begin to engorge themselves on his enemy's corpse.
In a deep hissing voice Yes, little fish of the pond, drink in the Angel's flood, feed its felsh. This pond will remember the corpse of the Angel who gave you another day of life. With a motion of his hand, he makes an image of the Angel in the ripples of the water, his way of letting the world know another non-Abbis had died.
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