Keeping at least a couple paces ahead of him, Rye kept checking over her shoulder, just to make sure he didn’t strangle her by the collar again.
Grey narrowed his sights still as he knew Commander Hunter would have sent for his death if he knew he had nearly throttled the life out of his sister. In fact he’d probably have his head as a trophy. But it seemed to keep Rye moving so they could get to there destination quicker. He decided that they’d set of for certain landmarks and then camp out for the night.
Grey raked a hand through his hair as he figured, Vale Curse Road would be a perfect mark to head up to, plus it also brought them out of forest and the a dirt road, bringing the two of them a couple steps closer to the city of Drago.
Focusing his attention upon the map in his head, Grey never paid any heed to the slowing action of his companion.
‘Grey…’ Rye’s voice cooed, ‘Grey… Grey- GREY!” Rye screamed at him as Grey barely caught the flying rock at him. Looking down to the gray coloured rock in his hand, he peered up to a murderous gaze of a guardian. “Get your bloody mind out of the clouds and listen!”
Grey dropped the rock as he kept on his way. “Listen for what?” Grey felt Rye grab onto his shoulder plate again and drag her feet to stop him.
“Stop moving and listen you idiot.” Rye ordered as he turned an eye down to her. Sighing slowly Grey pulled himself into a stop as he arched his ears to the surroundings. Scanning the area, he heard Rye draw up her blade and inch closer to him.
“Rye I hear… wait?” Grey turned his sights around as he narrowed his eyes. Shuffling of many feet began to echo around the area as there was a certain scent in the air he could swear he knew.
“Movement…” Rye darted forward as he brought a view to her. Her ears twitched in a continuous rhythm as she leaned her body forward. “About, what… dozen? 2 dozen men-Maybe more?”
Grey snatched a hold of her as he directed his steps back. “I think we’re crossing into an area we shouldn’t be.” Grey pointed out as Rye yanked herself away from him.
“Were in Ryogi’s area.” Rye spoke foul words he knew too well. Rye must have noticed the sudden change in him as she stepped towards him. “What’s wrong?”
“Rye we’re back tracking.” Grey put bluntly. Chasing after him, Rye skipped her feet in front of him.
“Why? We can easily avoid them and it will take twice as long to get to Drago!” Rye made him stop. “We don’t have that kind of time.”
“Do you know what Ryogi means Rye?” Grey questioned lightly. Rye shook her head as he was somewhat relief to know she didn’t. “Ryogi is a demoil Rye. And not just any demoils-” Grey tore a gaze around. “There devil demoils… not ones to be messed with.”
Rye shrugged a shoulder. “So?”
“SO!” Grey shouted as Rye went tense as she frantically began a search around.
“Shut up Grey!” Rye pressed as she flattened her ears. “Do you want them to come and find us?” Grey quickly swore at himself as Rye fell to the ground.
Slamming deeply into his armour, it pierced cleanly through the thick armour to drive itself deeply into the flesh and muscle of his clavicle. Reaching up to rip the arrow out of his flesh, Grey seen Rye scurry around in a spider crawl as she was watching the far left.
“Can we get out of here like right now?” Rye demanded as Grey brought a hand around the thick shaft of the arrow, pulling it back out the way it came. Loosing the head of the arrow in his flesh, Grey saw a large storm of arrows come flying out at the two of them.
“Now sounds good!” Grey barked at Rye as she took off quickly to the south. Following after Rye’s swift movements, Grey fell close on Rye’s heels as she had laced her blade back into the scabbard.
“Whatever happened to the lust of fighting with you?” Grey called to her as Rye didn’t even press a smile.
“It’s not much a lust of fighting with devil demoils, I rather keep my head!” Rye called back as he heard the singing sound of wind being cut through with a clean head.
“RYE!” Grey jumped. “Oh shit!”
Rye tumbled to the ground with him as they should have gone left instead of right. Clawing at the slanting earth, Rye cried out helplessly as she smacked the ground with a sickening smack.
Fighting to keep the air flowing in and out of her lungs, Rye rolled off her back to her side as Grey held himself up, just coughing, and trying to gain the wind he lost. Blinking slowly, Rye glanced up to the fall they decided they like to try as she could see the searching red skinned demoils above as they hooted and hollered with the so called death of them.
“Son of a bitch.” Grey swore openly finally as Rye flopped backwards onto the aching back as she gripped onto her hilt.
“Are you… you alright?” Rye questioned slowly with the flow of air finally seeping into the starving lungs.
Grey groaned as he peered over to her. “Not as good as I’d like.” Rye gasped a small puff of air as she figured she have to look at him to see what he was meaning. Pressing herself off the grassy ground, Rye balanced herself up on her elbow as she stared wide eyed at the yanking of another arrow head from his body. Except this one was a little more nicely shot into the chest of Grey.
“How the hell could you stand that?” Rye asked as she grimaced some as she listened to the sickening suck of the head of the arrow sliding out of his skin. “Aren’t there arrow heads coated with a poison?”
Grey turned an eye up to her as he pulled off the cracked shoulder plates of armour he wore, to bare off the bloody black shirt he wore under. Grey laughed a little as he peered over her slowly. “Coated is just putting it lightly Rye. But you are right, the heads have poison.” Grey rubbed the wound. “Most normal hevanoics are toast when theses suckers bury there heads into you.” Grey indicated towards the arrow.
Rye inched her fingers towards the shaft as Grey watched her. “What do you mean normal hevanoics?” Rye asked gently as she stole up the shaft.
Grey remained silent.
Catching her eyes up to him, Grey was examining over her quickly as he seemed a little lost for words. “Grey?”
Finally he broke out into a small smirk. “That one caught me off guard.” Grey inched.
Rye crooked her head to the right a little. “I don’t understand.”
“What I mean is I am surprised you haven’t heard about my reputation around the base yet. Usually a visitor knows within the first hour of staying in the company of the Commander.” Rye wiggled a lone ear. “Rye I am half of one of those demoils up there and half well… elf.” Grey spat out finally as Rye dropped her jaw.
“Half… you’re half devil demoil!” Rye whispered as she didn’t know who the hell she was looking at anymore. Grey nodded slowly as he shrugged his shoulders. Before Rye could say anything else towards Grey’s he growled at the first arrow wound he received as she seen him gritting his teeth. “What’s wrong now?”
“Nothing to concern yourself with.” Grey spoke softly. “Just the first arrow I took left its head in me. Personally I don’t think it’s the kind of leftover I’d enjoy.”
Rye nodded a little as if she really cared. “Well I guess you and I are camping here for tonight Rye,” Grey sat up fully as Rye remained. “Those devils are going to be watching the side for the night, so we had better move deeper into the sidelines, to outrun their wandering eyes.”
Grey watched over Rye as he removed the first head in his flesh finally as he was really becoming a pain to have. Lacing her dagger back onto the belt latch, Grey could see Rye busy herself with finding some leaves to roll up the gutted fish, so she could lay the animal into the coals of the warming blaze.
“Rye, are you planning to ignore the taste of conversation all night?” Grey quizzed as he wrapped a grasp behind his head. Rye peered towards him from the corner of her eye. “What happened to the chatty little woman I had to throttle this afternoon?” Grey smirked a little, as he noticed the lack of bounce around the air as Rye went quite after learning his true origin.
“Rye…” Grey pestered.
“What do you want Grey?” Rye replied coldly as she finally wrapped up the fish and laced the animal under the coals to cook. Grey kept his sights upon her as she refused to return her gaze back to him. It was as if he had done something so awful that he was doomed to face an eternal life of silence.
“What is your problem?” Grey sniped as he forced himself up to sit properly; it gave him a better taunt over her. “Ever since we barely got out of those demoils grasps and you found out about my origin, you’ve been nothing but snappy.”
Rye’s eyes flipped around as she looked a little demonic as she sat directly within the light of the fire. “I am not snappy! I’m annoyed…”
“Annoyed at what?”
Rye eyes softened as she combed her hair back out of her eyes. “Myself.” Rye confessed as he narrowed an eye towards her, unsure if she was playing a trick on him. “I knew you were a hevanick but I didn’t dare think part demoil. I’m just annoyed at myself to know that I was right about you and I didn’t listen.”
“Well don’t be like that.” Grey snorted towards her causing her to peer up to him. “It’s nothing you can do now. Not wise to live in the past.”
She gave him a solemn nod as if she understood his words, leaving them to sit in silence again. A well pitch howl seemed to bounce around the camp as Rye inched herself to her bare feet. “Where are you off too?”
“Can’t I just walk around?” Rye questioned boldly back. “I don’t need to tell you where I am going every time I feel the need to move.” Rye warned slowly, letting him know that she wasn’t in the mood to be close and personal with each other. “You might as well sleep while you can Grey.” Rye commented as she flopped herself on one side of a fallen tree. “I’m keeping scout for now.”
“Since when…” Grey started but was quickly shush as Rye refused to listen to any of his words. Although his was a little more interested in the food in the coals, he guessed he wasn’t going to be pleasured with food tonight. Growling under his breath, Grey wrestled with himself and his own better judgement.