Day Five: Afternoon

[Yamu]

The longer machine gun made a better crutch for Koola as he and Yamu advanced faster then expected around a low hill. The ingenious changeling was using his tail in combination with the machine gun to compensate for his useless leg and could actually move quite rapidly. Despite the purple warrior?s best efforts the lifeless limb still continued to swing into his way or bump into rocks or limbs forcing grunts from the frustrated warrior.

The newly formed pair had been traveling in relative silence, so it startled the amethyst prince when Yamu finally spoke, ?Hey?would you mind if I took a look at your leg there?? The tattered limb did appear to be visibly bothering the changeling.

The unlikely duo had just happened between rocky outcropping that gave Koola a convenient place to sit, ?I guess so?I don?t know what you plan to do, human.?

Yamu crouched down and examined the deep red scars, ?Who cauterized this for you? Must have hurt worse then the wound itself.?

?My father.? Koola?s voice always fell flat when he talked about King Cold and those two words were no different.

Yamu undid his cloak, already ragged from the multiple times he had torn bandages from it before. The Arlian Guardian wished he could think of another topic to talk about, but there was really only the one he knew of. ?So?you obviously care about your father a great deal. What was it like to be the son of King Cold??

The changeling grew somber, almost statuesque, every word was laden with loss, regret, and a hint of guilt. ?My da-father?? he corrected himself ?-is an amazing man and warrior. It is an honor to have his blood in my veins.? The somberness took on an edge of heat as he finished. ?I will avenge him.?

Yamu spoke through a full mouth as he tore the black material with his teeth, ?So, have you ever heard of a warrior name ?Metal? Koola??

Koola leaned back amused, ?I have not heard that name in a long, long time.? His voice then became tinged with an emotion Yamu could not quite place, ?He is definitely his own person. Now.?

The Arlian Guardian pulled back, ?Stand up and see what you think.?

The purple warrior looked down to see two slings interlocking his battered leg, he could now lean his weight through his hip and it had much more clearance off the ground without having to constantly lift it. ?Surprisingly good, human.?

?Think we?ll succeed in catching someone tonight?? Yamu asked as he shoved what was left of his cloak into Paragus?s survival bag.

Koola smiled, hefting a gun in each arm instead of using one as a crutch, ?The question you should ask, human, is will anyone succeed in running away from us tonight??

OOC: A huge thanks to Koola for helping me with the dialog.