"You know her?" Elpsis repeated needlessly. "She's, like, real amazing, isn't she? And that arse. All three of us should totally do stuff together." Taryc, get back here. Elpsis is talking like a fangirlish Valley girl because of you. She noted Laira making a comment about hunting down a Primeval cell, knowing about Taryc's former history with the depraved cult. Part of her wondered whether Laira and Taryc had knocked boots. Not that Elpsis minded. She was very free love. She would have liked to join in.
Anyhow, before Elpsis could keep fantasising about Taryc's booty, which by now had reached memetic levels, Laira pushed the plot forward by demonstrating her earth shaping skills. "Nice. You know what would be fun? Create a furrow and drop fire on the bastard who drops into it. Or dose them with fire and trap them with stone. Probably taxing, but would've made Mustafar less annoying. Ren kept running away. Somehow managed to run away from lava. Wel, the last one I duelled actually fought," she amended after some thought.