"I will remain and fight." Dromaeus muttered, with his head in his hands. "This is not the first time I have fought after too much mead."
AEanna was wandering through the streets, so crowded that no one noticed her golden skin, pointed ears and Imperial armour. She noticed them though. Every detail. She could smell the blood in their veins, and see their pulse. She began to move quicker, wanting to find somewhere to be alone.