Zemi: *searches for KY* Klu!? Kluuu?

Zeb: *overlooking from a rock*

KY: *breathing hard, trees knocked down around him… on his hands and knees in the grass*

Zemi: Klu! Are you alright?

KY: Yes… I think so.

Zemi: They got away. But I think I felt…

KY: *a nasty cut on his upper arm — bubbling and bleeding, long veiny lines crackling away from the wound*

Zemi: What happened?

KY: Dragonmetal.

Zemi: Hmmm?

KY: *holds his arms* Dragonmetal hurts.