Gladius noticed his expression and sighed bitterly.
"That mask was an old trophy." He said. "I won it for besting several other warriors in combat before your parents learned to walk. The-"
Gladius was suddenly hit upside the head by the same mask. He stared at it for a few seconds, then looking back at Hitora slowly bent over, picked it up, and put it on.
"It also makes for a decent throwing weapon."
The Core was bumbling along like an ape at the top of his speed, looking back every five seconds to see how far he was from the temple. The forces swarming him were somewhat thinning, but something told him Umarak could not only outrun him, but was still somewhere behind.
His vision began to blur. No. He growled and pressed himself to go even faster, hopping the river in one bound.