[It's the Witch who arrogantly answers, even before he turns to look. The necromancer and their thralls remain focused on their task.]
"Reclaiming our heritage."
[The man turns at last, and one of the torch carrying thralls follows him. The Witch assesses Zack in a moment, seeming undeterred by the sword.]
"Another Chimera? I suppose that's good enough. You'll pair nicely with this one when I rebuild my collection."
[A spell crackled from his fingers, condensing into a glowing blue that was hard to look at. It formed into a whip that he uncoiled with a snap of electricity that made the heap of Monster and weighted netting behind him flinch.]
Zackkkk-- [Kaede grated between jaws that wanted to slam shut again. Being electrocuted was, in fact, still incredibly troublesome.] -n't, don't let--touch you.
[A thrall jabbed her with the lance again, and Kaede's coherence dissolved into a furious snarl. Driven by new resolve, she wrenched a spasming arm loose--and swatted at the lance, knocking it off-kilter. The necromancer barked something at the thrall, and the Witch glanced back over his shoulder with a disdainful frown.]
"Don't damage the feathers. I want them pristine."
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"Reclaiming our heritage."
[The man turns at last, and one of the torch carrying thralls follows him. The Witch assesses Zack in a moment, seeming undeterred by the sword.]
"Another Chimera? I suppose that's good enough. You'll pair nicely with this one when I rebuild my collection."
[A spell crackled from his fingers, condensing into a glowing blue that was hard to look at. It formed into a whip that he uncoiled with a snap of electricity that made the heap of Monster and weighted netting behind him flinch.]
Zackkkk-- [Kaede grated between jaws that wanted to slam shut again. Being electrocuted was, in fact, still incredibly troublesome.] -n't, don't let--touch you.
[A thrall jabbed her with the lance again, and Kaede's coherence dissolved into a furious snarl. Driven by new resolve, she wrenched a spasming arm loose--and swatted at the lance, knocking it off-kilter. The necromancer barked something at the thrall, and the Witch glanced back over his shoulder with a disdainful frown.]
"Don't damage the feathers. I want them pristine."