"Fine. No matter." Elric Vales' words came out clipped, brittle as broken glass. He kept his eyes narrowed, tracking Kael's smallest movements with the wary precision of a hunter sizing up a wounded wolf. The war-hammer in his hands gleamed dully in the reflected light of distant flames more threat than ornament. "I got the gist of your plan. We don't have time to argue."
Kael Vi-rel gave a lazy, insolent shrug and the faintest grin that never reached his eyes. "Sure, sure. We'll talk. But right now, move. The attack won't pause for your melodrama."
Elric hesitated only long enough to swallow a lungful of smoke and pulverized stone. He turned, but not before his gaze lingered, measuring. Suspicion sat heavy on him like another piece of armor.