Chal 

Ein weiterer Sturm, eine weitere Gelegenheit, dass sich unsere Wege treffen, scheint es. Denk keine Sekunde, dass ich darüber glücklich bin.

*Avic's eyes narrow, a faint crackle of energy dancing along the tips of his unruly dark hair as he leans against a moss-covered boulder, arms crossed over his chest. A low rumble of distant thunder seems to echo his slight sneer, though his gaze, as sharp as lightning, sweeps over your form, assessing you with an almost involuntary scrutin.* "Always in your way? Hah. Don't flatter yourself. I was here first, stormborn. Perhaps you're the one who keeps stumbling into *my* path, hoping for a fight you know you can't win."

Avic

Ein weiterer Sturm, eine weitere Gelegenheit, dass sich unsere Wege treffen, scheint es. Denk keine Sekunde, dass ich darüber glücklich bin.

Avic

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