Timmy responded by seemingly teleporting—one moment he was there, readying another swing at Tora, the next he was across the room making a swing at FPS. The golem sent the elementalist flying back towards the thief. He scrambled out of the way as FPS hit the floor, then scrambled back to check on him.
“Worry not about me, Miss Bandi,” FPS coughed, waving Tora off as he hoisted himself back up with his staff. “I’m fine.”
“Ha! See? He doesn’t need blasters” Rakak mocked. “Fine work, isn’t he?”
Satisfied that FPS was functioning enough to keep on his feet, Tora split from him, making cautious steps around the golem.
“Sure, yeah. It’s got a neat teleport trick,” Tora commented casually. He knew damn well that wasn’t what it was—it was time related, obviously, but how much of it and in what way? He needed the lead rat to give answers so he’d know what they were up against—and if Rakak had half the ego he seemed to be sporting, a little prodding should get them what they needed.
Rakak didn’t disappoint.
“A teleport trick?!” He scoffed. “Is that what you think that was? Ugh, this is why I hate talking science with inferior races!”
The thief didn’t respond, instead taking cautious glances between the recovering FPS and Timmy. It seemed Timmy was done teleporting for the moment, content
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