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: *holds his arms* Dragonmetal hurts.