“You’re not going to chase after her? She could warn the other therians and I’m not particularly keen on dying here. Well, it’s your loss also. Havoc’s one of those people who keeps his word, if you catch my drift.”
"It doesn't matter if she warns them or not. They will know I'm coming. If I can feel their presence they can feel mine, no matter what. If you're afraid of dying then stay here," Touya scoffed. He would have remained silent, but the man spoke a name he had yet to hear. Havoc. Who the hell was Havoc? It only took a moment for him to realize that it was Reginald whom he spoke of. What an interesting second name the man had, suited him well.
“I must admit, I’m impressed by your display of loyalty once again. That turncoat must mean a lot to you. I mean look at the mess you made. I wonder what she did to earn such special treatment? Wait, you guys haven’t….you know? Have you?!”
Touya stared at him, raising an eyebrow. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched the man. Was he so dense that he thought April, of all people, would allow a Therian to touch her in such a way? Touya would have a knife in his heart quicker than anything. She was important to him, yes, but she would never harbor the same feelings. To her, they were nothing more than comrades. Hell, Touya was lucky to have even gotten that far with her.
“What a bunch of mavericks. Whatever, let’s get this charade on the road then, shall we? So therian, which way do we go? Jaeger Guard! Fall back!"
Touya watched, mildly interested as the three remaining Jaegar Guard returned to their commanders side. It was interesting how well disciplined they were. They began working around those that had fallen during the fight. Touya averted his gaze, feeling a bit of guilt rising at the back of his throat as he'd been the cause for many of the deaths, if not all of them. His eyes shifted to look up at the man as Miles mounted his horse.
"Into the wilds, as far out west as possible," Touya answered.
“Don’t expect me to organize your supplies though. You find your own horse and food. Fall behind also, and I'll ditch you faster than you can say Beast Slayer.”
"You underestimate me, Miles. I think you should be the one to worry about that," Touya countered. His body shuddered, his image rippling like water that had been struck by a rock. In a matter of seconds the tall Therian had transformed his entire body into that of a very large wolf. The white fur glistened in the light and the only thing to mark it as being Touya were the pale blue eyes that stared up at Miles. The beast's lips pulled back into what could only be presented as a smirk. Turning, the wolf took off into the tall grass, towards the trees where Ahmeil had run off too. Passed there, it was open grassland again and he would follow it until he came upon Val and his men.
His eyes opened slowly and he squinted as he was met by brilliant white wash light. Blinking a couple of times his blurry sight cleared and he could then see where he was. However, that didn't mean he knew where exactly he was. It was a room with white tiles all around and he was strapped to a cold table. His body was cold feeling like he'd been in ice for hours, however sweat beading on his forehead. What the hell had Reginald fed to him and April?
His breathing was short and it was hard to concentrate passed the pounding headache that wracked him. He moaned slightly as the pain in his stomach grew sharp for a moment before fading away. Damea's dry throat burned for water, but he couldn't find his voice to call for anyone. The ceiling above him spun then, his head feeling like it was swirling around and he quickly closed his eyes to avoid being sick on the table.
Damea turned his head off to the side and glanced around as best he could. Every movement was slow and the pain came and went, earning soft moans from him. His eyes finally caught sight of April on his right and he felt a bit of fear welling in his chest. She looked far worse than he felt. Also strapped to a table, her face was pale and she looked to be in constant pain, more so than Damea. He pulled at his bindings, trying to move, trying to free himself to help her, but to no avail. The movement only made him even more dizzy and sick.
It wasn't too much longer and Damea felt his eyes growing heavy. He couldn't stay awake any longer, no matter how much he fought. The headache was too much, the dizziness overwhelming. He needed to sleep, sleep and hopefully overcome whatever poison Reginald had given them.