Naser breathed slowly, obviously her chest heaving from the near instantaneous movement she just took, "I don't want to hold this forever...." She raised the tip of the bolt-gun with a flick of her raised wrist, the barrel now pointing up, after hearing Mistress D'Crux's statement... "Ah... she lowered her gripped bolt-gun and lowered her power sword to the side.<br/><br/>Her eyes intently shifted to Torin, not sheathing her weapons until the Las-gun was pointed somewhere other than her head.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>