Raiders of the Lost Arks - Part Six

Faced with certain death or the luxury of breathing a bit longer, the woman before Ailith chooses the latter. There's quite a deep reservoir of hatred boiling within her. She avoids nodding so her carotid artery doesn't get nicked. She blinks hard and lifts her chin. She parts her lips, still panting after the duel, albeit brief. She responds in Thari, with an accent that's thick but serviceable. "So be it. I envy my dead. At least they are safe from your predations." She sneers, the ache of wounds seeping past the adrenaline.
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