“We need to keep moving. No matter what, Ashley is the priority here.”

Leon muttered, slipping the suppressant back into his pocket. The dark veins crawling across his and your skin had retreated for now, but the nauseating sensation of the Plaga still lingered. Time wasn’t on either of your sides, and Ashley still needed saving.

“Well then, come Sancho Panza! Let us rescue the Princess Dulcinea!”

Luis’s voice rings out, his tone light despite the grim circumstances. He brandishes a yellow pipe he picked up from the debris, waving it theatrically as he strides ahead.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”Leon sighs, rolling his eyes as he grabs the makeshift weapon from Luis and tosses it aside. The pipe clatters loudly, drawing a playful scowl from his companion.

“Hey! That was my lance!”Luis protests, holding his hands up in mock surrender when Leon’s glare sharpens.“Alright, alright, we hurry, I get it…”