[They're so damn irritating that Asch has to stop himself from chanting an arte and finishing them on the spot.]
What the hell are you? Spirits or something else?
[He wasn't expecting much of an answer--not yet. Maybe a little icicle rain would loosen their tongues. They weren't going anywhere, and rain would be less showy, draw less attention than the fires of Explosion.]
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What the hell are you? Spirits or something else?
[He wasn't expecting much of an answer--not yet. Maybe a little icicle rain would loosen their tongues. They weren't going anywhere, and rain would be less showy, draw less attention than the fires of Explosion.]