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Nothing long in conversation, just some vital info.

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Iiif you're sure it's worth it. Fire'r up, Gio!
*A few frustrated moments and a dash of spell tweaking later, a telepathic connection is established with the three of us*

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I’ll never get used to this, but if you want to keep me going into the fight I’ll need one thing. I can enhance myself with my flame, but unfortunately my age is a problem with my lungs.

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Ohhhh, so you need air?

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Oxygen is my fuel, I have higher reserves than a normal human, but if I over do it I can destroy parts of my body to make up for it. Never needed to, but ain’t planning on it in the future either. Can y’all help me with that?

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The healing part or the oxygen part?

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Oxygen.

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Sure, we can do that! Just try to need it when I’m the one casting spells, kay? It’ll be easier for both of us.

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Copy that, young lady. That is all.

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Bye bye!
*The connection buzzes out*

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*my eye twitches from the sudden drop and I groan slightly*
Never fun.

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*Waves and flashes two thumbs up*

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It gets even trickier when you have obstacles in the past to work around.

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I feel like I am getting confused.

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You're not alone. The fact of the matter is, time is the same as distance. Once you get used to thinking of time as a space you can move around in, you'll become much stronger.

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Okay.

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*leans back with an unwavering stare at your movements, flipping my knife upwards at the ready*

*The atmosphere shifts slowly*

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Aeron:
*As the first suit is explosively launched through walls and structure until its out of sight, the second catches your punch by your wrist*
As if I'd ever have come here to do anything for you.
*From all points on my hand, Brinkspace compresses rapidly into the space your wrist occupies and replaces normal space therein, creating a black hole of sorts but shining with a purple glow around its horizon as it eats and annihilates your arm*