I will never be too afraid to bleed, giving all of me
His chakram erupts into the tangleweed nestled in the corner of the labyrinth. Sticks and brambles shoot up and fall back down like a gardener's confetti, plopping onto the wet surface of the flooded ground with barely any noise. Behind him, Kaisel picks up on Zavien's similar scuffle, a glance back only offered once his chakram has returned to his hand. As expected, the other man's opponent lies in a similar heap of sticks, looking more like an undone basket than anything that'd just been capable of gnawing on them. A slant finds Kaisel's features, lips parting to offer up something equally crooked and smug as his face is, happy to gloat over any triumph in battle, but the visible shudder of the labyrinth around them is one that promptly wipes all sense of achievement away.
"Uuuuh, how far was that herb again?" Kaisel wonders, voice bordering on concern as he tears his gaze off Zavien and to the path ahead. "We might wanna book it!" He wouldn't want them to have spent all this time getting wet for no reason, but something tells him their casual saunter will no longer cut it. "Show us the way Sol!" Kaisel urges to the dragon as he takes off sprinting down the lane of vibrating plants, grateful the dragon found its way to the center and back to them so it could direct now.
"Uuuuh, how far was that herb again?" Kaisel wonders, voice bordering on concern as he tears his gaze off Zavien and to the path ahead. "We might wanna book it!" He wouldn't want them to have spent all this time getting wet for no reason, but something tells him their casual saunter will no longer cut it. "Show us the way Sol!" Kaisel urges to the dragon as he takes off sprinting down the lane of vibrating plants, grateful the dragon found its way to the center and back to them so it could direct now.
Kaisel
I'll be more than just a fable, I'll be written in the stars
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
