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Justino blinked rapidly, trying to clear the disorientation from his mind. His heart was still racing from the near-miss, and he could feel the sting of minor cuts and bruises beginning to throb. He struggled to make sense of the chaotic moment, his gaze shifting from the now-stopped vehicle to the figure who had saved him.

“Uh…” Justino's voice was shaky as he pushed himself up from the pavement, wincing slightly at the aches and scrapes on his body. He met the eyes of his rescuer, “I— I don’t know.”

       “How is this possible? How can you be here, like this?” 

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Someone is here. Malekith froze, his hand falling to the hilt of his blade. He hadn’t yet relinquished it, even after the Convergence failed. Now more than ever, his people needed protecting. The road to recovery was long and not yet clear in direction. Until they found one (until he found one) the Accursed Sovereign of Svartalfheim would take no chances.

“Show yourself.” The Dark Elf bellowed. He pulled his sword, luminescent eyes aglow. He hadn’t fared particularly well himself, the aches and pains of healing wounds taunting every step. Nonetheless his scarred face, warrior’s authority and of course the weapon created an imposing image. That was enough for now.