ST-3300: Fiiro

Fiiro woke to the sound of metal screaming across stone, his eyes snapped open immediately. Blue Talik sparks burst instinctively through the dark as several tools shot violently past his head and embedded themselves into a nearby tree trunk with a series of sharp cracks. “…what?” Another metallic shriek answered him, the compass hanging from his travel harness spun so violently it tore free from its hook entirely. Fiiro jerked upright, and instantly lost his balance. T...