
There is blood seeping through the white ribbon strapped around Earths chest. Some of It drips down onto his white waist robes and light cloudy pants, some falls further and is absorbed by the forest floor.
Earth is walking slowly, bent forward in fatigue, each foot step heavy and he is pulling his great massive sword with slack arm.
Earth is following a great bull moose with a sword handle sticking out of its side. The sword handle belongs to a katana and the katana belongs to Earth.
“… …”There was nothing particular on Earths mind as he was following said moose; he was just following the moose. He did not in any way plan or foresee his next encounter.Earth is staring at the forest floor. In the corner of his eye he spots movement. Taking shape between tree trunks and branches as Earth gets closer and closer, are a party of human beings, among them one adlut is not wearing torn clothes, but is dressed in black. The one in black separates himself a little distance from the group, dragging something along the ground. He stops.
Earth is close enough to identify that the object being dragged by the man in black possess the shape of a human being. Earth makes some effort to pull his head up properly from its forward leaned fatigued position, and carefully observes.
The one in black shifts his stance, preparing for an explosive movement
“What is he...?...huh? Isn’t that…”The man in black flings the body towards the moose and there is a snapping sound.
The body flies and lands and does not hit the moose at all, its complete failure, a horrible throw. However, something does hit the moose. An arm whirls through the air, spinning at the perfect velocity so that when it hits the moose, it does so with a perfect bitchslap straight to the face.
“Yeah. That’s Jeremy…” Unmistakably so, was the man who had disjointed bitchslapped the moose Jeremy Dantoh: Abomination dispeller and necromancer.
“hehehe…” Earth chuckled, partly because he was very amused by the scene that had just played itself out, and partly out of a relief to see that at least one of his comrades had survived the darkness.
Upon the moose walking away:
"Yo!”