Day One: Evening

[Tobias]

"We campin' here for the night?" Garlic eyed the falling sun with a slight frown. Despite a kill to their name and his own little scuffle Garlic couldn't help but brood on the fact they accomplished so little. And Tapion?s face stuck in his mind. Than son of a bitch was going to regret walking away. The goblin directed his scowl to the ground. The mohawked boy was probably laughing at him right this second. Telling his friend how that little man tripped and tumbled down a hill.

Ha, ha, ha. There was no mirth in his thoughts.

Garlic made a tiny thread of ki with his mind. This kind of precise manipulation always calmed him down. Ever so carefully he nudged it to the ground and wound it around a rock. If he ever found Tapion again it would be more than a thread. The rock slowly rose at his command floating up in front of his snarling face. He hated it when he left someone to walk away from a fight, he said it once and will say again. He would rather he was the one who died than suffer their boasts. They were laughing at him! Every face who got back up flashed in front his eyes, each a red tongue in the fires of his rage. The rock suddenly looked so much like them. There was the bug eye of the Arlian he ran from, there was the Shadowspitter, there was Remmy's curling lips, and there... there was Tapion's fucking mohawk. The thread pulled taught... and the rock shattered into a million shards.

"Pay attention Garlic. It common courtesy to listen to the answers to you question you know." Trunks was smiling, despite the murderous look on his comrade's face. "Cheer up emo boy. We got us a kill with no scratches." One less than there should have been.

"Yeah," Garlic forced himself to laugh. "It was a good start huh?"

"It might not be over," 13 muttered ominously.

?Let?s hope it is. I?m still beat from the last one.? Hellfighter let a yawn escape form his lips, which was echoed by Kami and eventually everyone, tired or not. Infectious things yawns.