[ He's tired. This work of digging and carting around remains all afternoon is exhausting. That can only explain why these beasts keep sneaking up on him — ]
Faud— mulhi'an wahbai... [ Should've brought his blade. He grabs the other shovel as he's cursing to himself in another language and vanishes with a flick of his wrist, the scent of burning ozone and cold air pushing through the tear in the half second it takes for him to open it and jump through, closing behind him. ]
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Faud— mulhi'an wahbai... [ Should've brought his blade. He grabs the other shovel as he's cursing to himself in another language and vanishes with a flick of his wrist, the scent of burning ozone and cold air pushing through the tear in the half second it takes for him to open it and jump through, closing behind him. ]