[errant flecks of purple lightning sparks off his shoulders and wherever water still lingers from the splashback of Childe's attack and the steam that was created from it. they don't really register anymore, especially since he's still wired from the sudden attack. instead, his attention is back on the portal, frowning with concern.]
How...do we close this, then? If more of those things come through...
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How...do we close this, then? If more of those things come through...
[not everyone has the neat teamwork they do.]