"Zeyra! Come show these fledglings how a true vanguard dances!" a Layer 2 female veteran with a scarred jaw bellowed, her face flushed red from excitement as she slapped the table with a heavy palm.
Two seasoned female scouts from Zeyra's flank squad stepped up behind her, grinning playfully as they hooked their elbows around hers. "No hiding behind Sol tonight. You promised us three rounds of the lion-step if we made it back!"
Zeyra let out a sharp, dramatic groan, though her dark eyes were sparkling with amusement. She glanced over her shoulder at Sol, raising her cup in a mocking salute. "Don't get eaten by other girls while I'm gone."
"I'll try to survive," Sol rasped dryly.
With a fluid, athletic twist, Zeyra allowed herself to be swept into the inner circle of the dance.
Unlike Kira's light, agile leaps, Zeyra's movements were sharp, aggressive, and full of rhythm.
