The Dead Will Hunt

Revek and Popurum returned to the others with the boy.

"THERE!" yelled a voice.

Revek turned and saw a man pointing at the group.

"Friend's of yours?" he asked Oceana.

The group of Bravo Tigers mercenaries came running toward them.

"Oh hell...." Revek muttered.

There were seven mercenaries total, each with tiger stripes tatooed on one forearm.

The lead one, with a large warhammer, swung it at Oceana's head. She ducked just in time.

KRACK!

He brought his knee up into her ducking head, bloodying her nose and sending her flying backwards.

"I TOLD YOU WE NEEDED TO LEAVE!" Revek screamed at Auer.

The second mercenary ran at Revek with a longsword. the two met, their blades clanging against each other.

"GET THE BOY OUT OF HERE!!!" Revek screamed at Auer.

He was too late. Auer stumbled backward, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his forehead. It wasn't deep enough to kill him. Not even deep enough to break the skull. But it sure hurt like hell and was stuck really good.

The aniver continued stumbling backwards, and tripped over the large dead brute. He spun and fell.

The aniver screamed in terror when he landed. The dead brutes finger was shoved deep into one of his nostrils causing it to bleed. Auer was stuck.

Revek kicked the Bravo Tiger away and ran to help Auer.

He swung his blade slicing off the dead brute's hand.

Auer moved and the dismembered hand hung from his nostril, the large sausage sized finger stuck in his nose.

"GET THE BOY OUT OF HERE NOW DAMMIT!" Revek yelled at the aniver.


Aese was taken to the ground by one and punched in the face hard. Petra tried to scramble away but the mercenary bit down hard on Aese's ear, ripping it off.

Revek turned and saw Clyde's body fall, his head rolling away. A Bravo Tiger standing where Clyde had been.

Aese grunts hard, feeling a fist being driven into his cheek. A tooth comes loose, the coppery taste of blood flooding his mouth. His blade, losing its magickal flame, skids along the ground and lays still, just out of reach. Aese prepared to fight back...but, felt a horrible pain flaring on the side of his head. His ear was gone.

Fucking gone.

His vision slowly becomes dull, and faded at the edges. He stares up at the mercenary, who spits his ear off to the side. "You. Son. Of. A. Whore." Aese grits out, trying his best to push away the pain. The mercenary grins deviously and moves to punch him again. Though, quickly, both of his hands come up to latch onto either side of the Mercenary's head...his wrist slams against Aese's forearm and misses the intended destination. Aese grunts once more, twisting slightly so he can place a head headbutt onto the nose of the man, shattering the bone.

Then, as the mercenary was temporarily shaken, he pushes with all of his might to roll onto of the man, and wrap his fingers around his bulky throat. Aese squeezes hard as fists wildly flail into his ribcage and jaw, possibly breaking or fracturing a few of the bones. Aese grunts hard and takes it, gripping tighter...the man began to drown in his own blood as it flooded down his throat, only to get trapped in his windpipe. The hits became less steady, less powerful. Until one final punch, which was more of a slap, fell just short of his face, and flopped lifelessly to the ground. Aese stands up, and rolls, grabbing his blade and taking it into his hand.

His vision was blurry. And blood was gushing unceremoniously from the space where his ear used to be.

"What did I do to piss them off?!"

Unlike Onni, who was always so friendly and gentle and non-violent... Auer... had a temper.


"GAH!!!! FUCK!" roared the lizard. Grabbing and pulling the booger picker from his nostril.

His head! His nose! Like a really pissed python, he hissed...

A Bravo "Tiger" appeared with a sword, attempting the same move pulled on Oceana. Auer ducked... and released a blade. The Bravo roared in pain at having his knee stuck...

Auer pulled the blade out harshly. He punched the mercenary, staggering him. He then moved towards the Bravo with the brute's hand...

"'Mere, you filthy, hairy, mammalian... Aniver... WANNABE!" hissed Auer. He shoved the the stiff fingered hand right into the man's mouth then proceeded to pound the foreign appendage down the mercenary's throat, cracking the jaw. With a quick shove, the Bravo was on his back on the ground and Auer sprinted for the boy.

Scooping the boy into his arms he hissed, "No kicking... I'm on your team..."

Auer then started to head for the ship decks. He used the buildings and allies for cover. All he needed was another crossbow bolt in the cheek...

Politics... he hissed.

Hadrian saw Oceana knocked away and whipped out his slingshot and launched a stickywad into the face of the lead Tiger.

BAM!

It exploded on impact. It wasn't a huge explosion, but it was enough to stun the large man and stagger him back.

It was enough to allow Hadrian to run up and grab Oceana and help her away from the man and ducked her around the corner he was at before the exploder...exploded.

"Come on girl, I don't want to lose another friend. Lets get out of here. The lizard will need us to protect the boy."

Hadrian took out his dagger, he had before he was given Draylas's belongings, it to Oceana.

"You may need this. We'll find you something better as soon as we can."


Hadrian knew Revek was fighting the Tiger Bravo. The man may make it out but he was buying the lizard time to get the boy away and Hadrian was going to use that advantage to spirit him and Oceana away as well. He didn't know the man but he was risking his life for the boy so the boy might be important. Hadrian thought it best to put his talents and the talents of his friend Oceana to protecting the boy. Revek was willing to make the sacrifice and Hadrian wasn't going to let it go to waste.

Revek ran from his persuer around the corner where Hadrian and Oceana were.

"Ship docks! Follow Auer! Go!" he yelled.

He spun and jumped toward the wall they were leaning against and kicked off of it. The Bravo Tiger chasing him rounded the corner and got a face full of blade, and fell over dead.

There were four left.

Revek ran up next to Aese, Petra and Asar.

"Don't think the odds are even...not for a second," Revek said to Aese.

One Bravo Tiger each ran at the four heroes, while Auer and the boy ran for the docks, and Oceana and Hadrian contemplated what to do.

One Bravo Tiger ran up to Asar, kicking her weapon from her hand, and following through with a punch to her jaw.

The second Bravo Tiger, swung a battle axe at Aese, just missing the inventor.

The third Bravo Tiger tackled Petra, both of them rolling to the ground.

The fourth Bravo Tiger swung his blade and locked swords with Revek.

"BUY THEM TIME!" Revek yelled.

Asar spit. Her entire body ached, especially her jaw. She went to take off her gloves when she had an idea.

She swung her arm, not punching him but forcing her fist into the Bravo Tiger's mouth, forcing her glove into his throat and slipping out of them. The zombie-grime still stuck to the beige armor and smelled worse than Chomp. If it didn't kill the man, it'd certainly taste awful. She tore the other glove off and tossed it to the side.

The man fell backwards, the exploder zombie grime covered gloves stuffed in his mouth.

He fell onto his back on the ground and began convulsing instantly.

He then lay very still.

Everyone in the area stopped. Even the Bravo Tigers. They all stared at the man wondering what would happen. Would the infection kill him? Or would he become one of the undead.

The man didn't move.

"GRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Asar shoved Petra out of the way and tackled Aese. At first it would have been easy for Aese to move the small undead Riverfolk off of him.

But she began to grow heavy.

And bigger.

Her skin bubbled and popped and stretched and pulled.

"ROOOAAAR!!"

Revek saw it.

Her wrists looked blackend and were covered in Exploder grime still.

She had become one of the undead. And not only that she growing in size!

"KILL HER! KILL HER NOW!" Revek screamed.

"RAAAHHH!!!!"

The Bravo Tiger jumped to his feet and spit out the gloves. He too had become infected. He ran past Petra and tackled a fellow Bravo Tiger biting a chunk out of his companion's neck.

Revek spun and began stabbing hard at both the infected Bravo Tiger and the Bravo Tiger who had just been bitten.

Asar grew bigger and bigger, and soon she stood lifting Aese fifteen feet in the air.

"BRUTE!!!" screamed Revek.

The other two Bravo Tigers ran at Asar who was now a Brute. She swung Aese hard like a club, hitting both Bravo Tigers sending them flying.

One impaled himself on some broken wood and debris. The other died from a snapped neck.

"PETRA WE HAVE TO--" Revek stopped.

Petra was doubled over puking.

"Oh no," Revek said softly.

Petra looked up at Revek with hungry eyes, while still allowing puke to pour down his chin.

Race: Darkling
Name: Malekith U'rten
Fighting style: Agility and speed
Faction: None
Ability: Stealth, Cloud of Darkness, Fire Scorch, Shadowport, Scavenge, Tracking.
Hair: White and straight hanging a little above the middle of his back.

Weapons: Malekith uses a custom silver spear with a double sided head, it can be used as a short weapon for slashing and piercing at close range, or he can use a mechanism in the weapon to make it grow longer for throwing, He also has a very unique like sword that he uses for cleaving and such, both of these weapons are very good for agile and speed fighting. I will post a picture. His spear is his favorite weapon his sword is his second, they were both forged in the Hurdlek Mountains and are both cursed and enchanted. If someone else goes to use his weapon against him, it will become very very heavy almost impossible to lift, they spear head can be detached inside the victim and as the victim tries to pull it out it will only drag its self in deeper, barbs will protrude from the side causing even more damage upon removal the spear head will also regenerate its self.




Armor: Malekith doesn't really use armor he believes in proving himself the best he can to his culture and only wears black leather pants, he prefers to not wear anything on his torso for only true strength will keep him alive, so he doesn't.
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Malekith glanced at Draylas dead body, he never liked him especially after he beat his brother in that battle so long ago and caused Malekith's brother to be cast from the mountains forever, leading to his death.

Draylas didn't follow his people's ways as much as he should have not as much as Malekith does, and for that Malekith despised Draylas in fact he might have killed him if he had the chance but he wouldn't let the group know that, he couldn't make enemies with a group that was so skilled.

He pulled out his spear like weapon, he twirled it with amazing speed and ease he spotted the brute and did what he knew to do so well, he was almost like a hunter, almost like a sport to him.

He ran ducking and weaving through people and zombies he jumped through the air thrusting the spear like weapon that he called Silver lance directly at the Brutes head it pierced the first layer of flesh as he did so he sprung of its back and sheathed Silver Lance across his back he then pulled out the square looking blade that he called Night Blade.

He dove and slid under the Brute's massive legs and swung Night Blade over his head he jumped planting his right feet along its thigh he then jumped off his thigh so he was above the beast.

He began bringing the blade down with great force at the opening he already made, if the blade connected it would bring the Brute down for sure, but then the group would have to prepare for when it rises again.

Asar, the Brute, slammed his fists into the ground sending a shockwave knocking Malekith off of his feet and sending him flying.

She dropped Aese and slapped Petra (who was now a puker zombie) out of the way and charge at Revek.

Revek turned and used the greatest tool ever against the undead.

He ran.

"GET TO THE DOCKS!! HURRY!" he yelled.

Revek knew there was no way to beat the Brute. It took all of them to beat the first Brute, and they nearly weren't able to. There was no way only Revek, Aese and Malekith could take on this monstrosity.

Revek didn't bother to look back to see if Malekith and Aese followed and he didn't glance around either to see if Hadrian and Oceana were on their way to the docks following Auer.

In this post-apocalyptic land, worrying about others was how one ended up dead...or worse.

People ran everywhere. Undead lay destroyed on the streets. people lay dead on the streets. The city of Greyshore would recover for sure, but it wouldn't be what it once was. No where ever was when the undead came.

Revek ducked into a nearby store and saw it. A short white leather jacket. It wasn't his trench coat, but it would do. And any leather would do as better armor than no leather. He grabbed the jacket. And threw it on. Whoever ran the shop had long since gone. No one stayed to guard their business. There was only survival.

Revek ducked low beind a window and started filling a brown leather backpack with any odds and ends he could find.

He saw the Brute through the window run past and smash through the wall of another nearby building.

That was his cue.

Revek ran out of the door way throwing the backpack on and sheathing his sword as he headed for the docks. He really hoped Auer had a ship ready.

Malekith swung his legs up and sprung throwing them forward he landed on his feet he sheathed Night Blade he didn't wear any armor on or around his torso.

He was an observer he was well educated and cunning he often thought before he acted and if he didn't think it was going to turn out good, he wouldn't risk it.

He figured Revek was the leader and even if he wasn't he had a pretty damn good idea.

Malekith wasn't one to argue so he ran aswell, his speed and light weight allowed him to be faster then most, he spotted the air ships in the distance, even if the ship wasn't ready to fly just yet it would still be safer then on the ground.

As he was running there were was a small wooden cart used for transporting things on the other side were two zombies standing over a little elf girl.

Sure Malekith was a Darkling and believed greatly in the ways of his people but he wasn't going to let this little one die, the only the strong shall survive rule didn't apply here a little elf no more then three couldn't stand against two stiff's any Darkling would know that.

He sprung off the cart and made himself parallel to the ground he drew both Silver Lance and Night Blade.

He extended his arm's with both blades in hand like a eagle spreading its wings....The blades slide almost rhythmically through the undead's heads cleaving through there skull and there brain he twirled as he did so landing on his feet and sheathing his blades he grabbed the elf by the arm as the zombies fell, her mother soon ran up he passed the elf to her mother.

"You need to leave this city", he said quickly and began running he caught up to Revek and ran with him.

Aese groans, scrambling up to his feet slowly. Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, and the place where his ear had been torn off was now oozing with thick red blood, though much more slowly now that it had crusted over. He shakes his head to clear his vision, reaching over to his shoulder to snap it back into place. He reaches down, and plucks his sword off of the ground, watching after the brute.

He starts to walk, when a gurgling noise arises in the air. He looks down, directly at the puker zombie. He raises an eyebrow after noticing who it was...and swiftly drives his blade down into its forehead. The puke simply dribbles out of its mouth as the body falls inanimate. He slides the blade out, and cleans the brain matter off onto the fallen's shirt. Then, he begins to run...

Towards the brute.

He groans, seeing as that was really his only way of escape...it was following Revek towards the docks after all. That's where he needed to go. It was either...go there and take his chances with a brute, or go any other direction and be overwhelmed by other zombies. He pumps his legs harder, ignoring the throbbing pain in his frontal lobe, swiping the razor sharp blade across the Achilles tendon of the brute as he passes...though, the blade becomes lodged, causing him to abandon it as he uses every bit of adrenaline coursing through him to gain distance between him and the brute.

"Sonuvabitch!" He grits out, fear now gnawing at the edges of his sanity. He could feel the brute now, the disgusting stench of its rotting breath behind him. It was three, maybe four feet behind him...

And he couldn't catch up with the others.

"Not gonna die here, goddamnit!"

Lichlord wrote:

"Not gonna die here, goddamnit!"

Revek heard Aese yell the words and stopped, not really paying attention if Malekith did as well, as he didn't even know the darkling.

The brute, Asar, was directly behind Aese and both were running right toward him.

Revek took off running toward Aese.

Just as he neared them, he let his body crumple and fall to the ground. Aese hopped over Revek and kept running. The brute tripped over Revek and went rolling like a freight train now tumbling toward Aese and Malekith.

Revek pushed himself up and was now chasing the brute. His knee hurt terribly and he knew something had been twisted in it when the brute collapsed over him.

Aese and Malekith now ran from the rolling and tumbling brute as Revek chased the brute.

Revek spotted Auer on a ship straight ahead.

"GO!" he screamed.

Aese and Malekith ran across a pank off the dock, where water lay ten feet below, on to the ship.

The brute bouced across the plank a flew threw the hull of the ship blasting a giant hole in it.

Revek stopped.

The brute crashed up through the deck sending Auer and the boy flying and slamming hard onto a different part of the deck.

"PICK A DIFFERENT BOAT!" Revek yelled.

Malekith was witty, he jumped in the air as the brute crashed into the hull he grasped the side of the ship and pulled himself up. He looked at the boy he figured he might be of some importance but he wasn't sure he saw the lizard and knew nothing of him either.

A Sprinter lunged through the air snapping and screeching at the boy, Malekith unsheathed Silver Lance, the spear like weapon grew to full length and he threw it ahead of the sprinter as it continued to move forward the spear went deep into its skull tearing apart the brain.

A regular stiff missing a arm was behind the boy Malekith charged at first it looked like he was heading for the boy, he drew his sword Night Blade and grabbed the boy he shadow ported to another portion of the deck that was slightly shadowed just out of reach of the zombie.

He then run up the mast and kicked off his foot connecting with the jaw of the zombie as the jaw broke loose and flew through the air Malekith swung Night blade into its legs lopping them off as the zombie fell to the ground he swung it back around using the momentum of his first swing to slice its head in to half's before it even hit the ground.

He sheathed Night Blade and pulled Silver Lance from the dead Sprinter's head retracting it to its preferred shorter length.

He then ran at full speed towards the edge of the ship he jumped his foot landing on the edge, he sprung from the edge catching the side of another air ship beginning to take flight, he pulled himself up a man charged him.

The man swung his cutlass to the side Malekith leaned way back his legs on the ship the rest of him hanging over the edge, Malekith quickly unsheathed his Elven spear like weapon Silver lance the tip barley poked the man right where his heart it is.

Suddenly the tip of the weapon broke free into his chest the man instinctively grabbed it as he did so it when in deeper he stopped.

Another spear head soon regenerated itself on Malekith's Silver Lance.

The man reached again and it moved in deeper.

He finally grabbed it and tugged with all his might as he did so barbs retracted from the side of the head and ripped through every muscle and tendon possible as he pulled it from his chest.

Blood sprayed Malekith in the eye's Malekith looked crazy he lived for this blood lust for the fight, zombies were nothing compared to humans they were the true test of fight.

The man stumbled forward and over the edge of the ship falling to his death if he wasn't dead all ready he soon would be.

Malekith spotted a large rope with a fish net attached to the end of said rope, Malekith drug it to the edge of the ship and tossed it over he was wondering what the group was doing with the boy but more then that he was wondering were the rest of the crew was to the ship he was on.

Oceana gripped the dagger and nodded at Hadrian.

"Run!" She whispered to him staring for a long second into his eyes, hoping he understood her quieted haste.

Oceana ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She ran to the docks. Seeing the damage to the ship, by the brute, she ran to the left of that ship toward another. The boarding plank was already removed, and the ship had begun it's slow launch from the dock. She did not hesitate. Leaping over the bow and ducking and tumbling as swiftly as she could and rolled to a stop on the deck.

Dagger still in hand she popped up into a fighter crouch, shaking a bit from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She would probably never get used to that feeling. She forced her breathing to slow more. She focused on the shapes around her. Straining her eyes to see where the others were.

The darkness was damned. They were damned. She wanted hope, something beyond all this damnation.

If only tomorrow would bring daybreak....

Hadrian and Oceana made it to the ship that Malekith and the boy was on.

It lifted off and sailed into the sky and sailed south.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

They had flint lock pistols aimed at them from all of the pirates.

"I wouldn't be movin'" one of the pirates said smiling wide.


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Revek ran to the ship where Aese, and Auer were. The brute was stuck in the deck of the ship, it's upper half immobilized as it had only crashed half way through.

All three; Revek, Aese, and Auer ran from the ship to a different one. Just as they boarded, the ship dropped like a rock and hit the water below. It began sailing out to see toward the east.

The three stood there, breathing heavily. A group of tuna fishermen stood staring at them in shock.

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Days later....

Malekith lay in his cell in the brig, chained to a wall. The pirates had commandeered his weapons and left him with nothing but his pants and boots, and made sure to check for any stashed, secret weapons. There were none. Manacles were around his wrists and ankles. A dead body also lay in the cell and the stench had mad Malekith vomit once already.

The pirates had beaten him severely and he was still weak.

Oceana, Hadrian and the boy were up on deck, each of them scrubbing hard at barnacles. While this was a sky-ship after all, it was still a pirate ship and the Captain was still a firm believer in scrubbing the deck clean of barnacles. Even barnacles that didn't exist.

The boy scooted over toward Oceana...

"My....my name is Vincent. Vincent Stone. What's your's?" he asked softly.

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Days later...

Auer felt the sea spray hit his face as the ship crested a large wave.

He and Revek helped lift a large net full of tuna and shrimp.

The three were welcome on the ship as long as they had promised to work hard to earn their way until the ship docked again near Teseron.

Aese and Auer had their wounds bandaged up, and were healing nicely. The salty air had helped fight infection and both were in good health.

Malekith new no matter what he had to get his weapons back, they were one of a kind and all though he could probably kill these pirates with random items around the ship if he was free, undetected and in good health, he needed those weapons.

He sighed all though he was weak he managed to keep himself busy by exercising as well as he could, he spent his life rigorous training program why should he stop now.

He did pull ups and leg curls very few considering his condition but it was something.

He thought he slipped back into the burrows of his mind.

He was 15 summers when Draylas fought his little brother, oh how Malekith loved his little brother.

But that damn Draylas had to beat his little brother, Tulin was his little brothers name, his defeat brought disgrace he was soon cast out eventually slipping into death some where along the way.

Malekith swore to kill Draylas, he swore to kill Draylas's brother's to make Draylas and his family feel like Malekith and his family felt.

But those hopes like so many others were crushed because Draylas was murdered.

Malekith was far from home, but he would return one day. Back to his beloved wife, he hoped to bare a child with her he was soon beginning to give up that chance of revenge, all though its what he wanted he was beginning to wise up.

After all to kill his Draylas's siblings would mean others would hunt not only Malekith but his wife as well and if they had a child that child would no longer be safe.

Malekith awoke to a sharp sting against his muscular torso.

A hand print was left were he had been slapped across his stomach.

He looked through his devilish eyes at the pirate that hit him.

He didn't say a word he just stared.

The pirate looked slightly curious but more then that frightened and it was all to clear what Malekith was getting across, the truth hit the pirate like a weight to big to lift off his chest.

Malekith was going to kill this entire crew, he was going to get his weapons back. And he was going to dock this ship at the nearest city after doing so.

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The boy scooted over toward Oceana...

"My....my name is Vincent. Vincent Stone. What's your's?" he asked softly.

She peered around with her eyes trying not to move her head much. She was very aware of her surroundings and brushed the sweat off her brow and cheek onto her shoulder for a quick confirmation glance.

"Take care not to attract their attention, Vincent." She whispered. "Keep working and don't look at me while we speak. I am Oceana."

"Can you do something for me Vincent?' She paused a moment, "Can you find Malekith and tell him to be ready. Tell him we will come for him when the time is right. Give him this...." Oceana reached into the pocket of her waistcoat and pulled out a metal shard that the opossum had brought to her before.

She dunked the scrubbing brush into the water with one hand dropping the metal shard into the boy's hand in one quick movement with her other hand.

"Go Vincent, and be stealthy boy." she whispered and went back to work on the imaginary barnacles.

Hadrian scrubbed as best he could. He hated this. If he wanted to clean he would have stayed at gram Rian's.

"This is bullcrap.' whispered Hadrian, ' I'm a hunter. I should be out killing stiffs not swabbing the deck. what in the dead gods is swabbing anyway?"

Hadrian attitude perked up though when he heard Oceana talking to Vincent and he barely saw her pass something to the boy.

Hadrian smiled, knowing that things were going to be getting interesting soon enough. He now just had to wait.

"Girl, I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Hadrian scrubbed harder and with more vigor as he thought of the finally being free of this menial task.

Hadrian mumbled to himself, "...then I'll get the stinkin' captain down here scrubbing the stupid barnacles that are on the deck. Look at them. Their everywhere!"

Hadrian stopped talking for a moment. Did he really just say the barnacles were real?

"Crap, The soap fumes must be getting to me or something!"

Malekith was strong punches rained down upon his defensless body but he was calm, he was at peace. He never said. Word he spoke with his eyes staring into the soul of the few pirates that actually beat him.

He had a bond of sorts to his weapons they held meaning to him, he figured they were in the captains quaters due to hooow nice they were he would get them back for sure regardless of where they are.

And for once he spoke in the most twisted and gritty voice he could.

"I will make sure you feel every little bit," once that was said he didn't speak another word.

Auer actually enjoyed working on the ship. The hard work kept his mind off of Onni for the most part. Still, his first concern was on the boy.

He prayed the kid was safe and that they would be able to catch up to the others. Auer focused on the work with Revek.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Doing work like this? Almost raises my spirits."