Hurt drives like ice into your extremities. But you press forward, your footsteps confident through the shadows of blackened, curling corpses of trees, roots barely anchoring the mix of stone and ground that still remained. You can hear something in the air above you. Likely Kai. Whatever. At least the wyvern wouldn't come to hold your hand. At least he wouldn't be throwing your name around as bait over a grudge. At least he wouldn't give into the batting of eyelashes and a heart that was far too soft.
Idiots. You're not here to be treated like a fool, and you're not just going to stand around and wait while they bickered while their stupid lead was getting away. They needed to split this up. You just made their choice for them.
Your eyes follow the ground, very wary of the rushing water constantly beneath your feet, the swamp turning to rapids as the slope changes. You'll need to make some calculated jumps. Nothing you haven't done before. You don't even break your pace as you find the safest spot, taking a running jump and letting your feet hit solid ground.
You're competent. You've proven that enough. So what if your temper needs some work. So what if you prefer to work on your own. Idiots. Idiots.
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Idiots. You're not here to be treated like a fool, and you're not just going to stand around and wait while they bickered while their stupid lead was getting away. They needed to split this up. You just made their choice for them.
Your eyes follow the ground, very wary of the rushing water constantly beneath your feet, the swamp turning to rapids as the slope changes. You'll need to make some calculated jumps. Nothing you haven't done before. You don't even break your pace as you find the safest spot, taking a running jump and letting your feet hit solid ground.
You're competent. You've proven that enough. So what if your temper needs some work. So what if you prefer to work on your own. Idiots. Idiots.
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