Celeritas

"Are you ready?" Savathûn asks Immaru. Her great claw cups his narrow roundness, just enough to keep him close. Immaru's shell shivers, a little fuss of motion for no reason but that Savathûn holds him. "What have I got here but you?" he says. It is a scoff, an offhanded thing. "Lead on, then. I wanna know where…