Down in the dark, the Lord of the Undying Storm was about ready to cry. These stupid fools were trying him even more and exhausting all of his pent-up aggression again... Whoever he would put it against. That stupid kid with the exploding plants. Ekimu, the Mask Maker.
I don't care anymore. He silently huffed only to be left gasping for air. They can rot for all I care. I heard word that Kulta was trapped in one of these cages... Was he in here for a month? A year?
If there was anyone else there, they were either so energy-deprived that they were simply in a coma, or were smart enough not to say anything. The Storm must look like a fool to them... If they were here at all.
He was aware of the odd feeling of shedding tears, something he didn't think he had ever felt before. Please... Ekimu... I've got nothing left...
Gladius scanned the forest with a suspicious eye. There was no immediate telling how far the Skull Spiders' reach extended. They could trudge through the night, or camp after it was dark, and risk already being in Skull Spider territory. Where they were at was the safest they could be if they wanted to sleep, and it was beginning to get dark.
Turning to Hitora, he stopped walking. "We need to decide on something. The line of trees thickens past here, and the further we dip into the forest the more likely the Skull Spiders will attack. That being said, here is the only safe spot if you want to sleep. Otherwise we will not have the safety to sleep later."
"What do you want to do?" There was a ring of authority in his voice as he stood with the sun at his back, defiant of its call of night. (@Runa)