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After what had transpired, such a brutal put down would only encourage Tryi’s own Lessers to attempt and move up through the ranks through her and she would have to tread carefully for a few weeks. Lysera grunted as she pulled Tryi to her feet, admiring the Isiri’s ability to control her own anger and frustration, able to understand what had occurred and not to fly into a fit of rage from which Lysera would almost certainly have to put her down for good. “You are a strong Second,” Lysera reassured and Tryi nodded her head once, appreciative of the praise, though she remained bitter about how it had come to her. Lowering her hands from her stomach and straightening her back, uncaring for the dust that stained her red skin, she showed no weakness or sign of the pain that Lysera knew would be dominating her senses, as if she hadn’t just received a old blow that would doubtless have proven fatal if levied against one of the delicate humans. Lysera was further impressed. “Thank you, Better.” Tryi responded shortly, forcing herself to be respectful, “This way.” Lysera walked in silence and with purpose alongside her Second, going through several mental exercises to collect and order her thoughts, forcing the ever-present ball of rage that fueled her strength to succumb to her training and not cloud her judgement any more than it already had. She knew it would only be to the detriment of her own honour Teen Sex if she was to throw further fire and vitriol at her own wounded warriors, especially when she had no proof that they had not fought to the best of their talents, as Tryi had suggested. With her thoughts ordered and the silence between them stretching as they walked, Lysera mentally dissected the confrontation with Tryi. She had in both anger and error insulted her and, despite Tryi being the younger and less experienced of the two Seconds under Lysera’s command, Tryi had conformed to honour and challenged her Better despite the obvious difference in their abilities. With the benefit of clear thoughts and retrospect Lysera understood that her mistake had put Tryi in a perilous position among her own Lessers, who might see it as an opportunity to rise themselves, an error Lysera felt duty bound to correct or at least recompense, if possible. Lysera was led to a sheltered crevice naturally worn into the rocky earth of the red planet on which they stood. While one wasn’t raging now, the planet had shown its willingness to throw unpredictable and biting sandstorms at the invaders and Lysera had learned to respect that, camping in sheltered spots even when all seemed quiet and the weather clear. 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