"Alright, Vance," Ayra grumbled, wincing as Lia sealed a particularly nasty gash on her arm.
"What's this brilliant new plan of yours? More 'spirited discussions' that end with us getting used as oversized pinballs?
Daniel, who had been quietly observing the distant, silver-backed sentinels on the plateau above, turned with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Not exactly, Ayra. Think of it more as… aggressive bartering. Or perhaps, non-consensual shearing. We need an edge against those walking, blue-furred mountains. And I think the edge lies in their speed."
