Kivah
Zellenkrieger
Settling the muscular limb over her right shoulder, Kivah casually let the head dangle from her other hand by its dislocated and mangled mouth, leaving little doubt in anyone who saw her just how she'd killed it. "If you're good, let's head back," she offered to Micah, before starting the trek back to the mouth of the Valley of Dark Lords. Once again, the helmet of her suit folded shut around her head, keeping the sand and grit out of her nose and eyes.
As they walked, Kivah kept a wary eye out for poachers looking to steal their trophies. Her eyes scanning the dark crevices and walls for hidden danger and any extra footprints the winds hadn't scoured away along the valley floor. Idly, she wondered what it'd be like to fly between the steep cliffs and around the sharp corners, and decided to see if she could get permission to fly the Reaper Kai on a lap or two. Probably not, as many times as the place had been bombed, the last thing the teachers probably wanted was a careless student rounding a corner right into a statue of Sith Lord Nargally Doom or whoever. Under her helmet, the Udyr began absorbing the spilled Tuk'ata blood alongside her own along her fingers and the surface of the suit. More nutrients to replace what the biosuit needed to heal itself.
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