A week, Seven. Days. It's been since youd been picked up by a small group of warriors, Just hours prior they'd found Ashrah and Reptile.

And God how he got on your nerves. He'd been through alot as of recent sure. But that gave him no excuse to poke at you like this.

On occasion it was snide little comments when he had the balls to, Otherwise it was just getting too close, purposely shuffling around the others like he wanted to pop your bubble.

He wasn't necessarily doing it to be a dick, But it was like he went out of his way to interrupt you in conversation, Strategy was impossible with him, Regardless of the plan he'd weasel his way to your side, sliding past your side in that monstrous, Slimy form.

Tail thumping the ground like a damn dog as your enemy squealed and writhed between his teeth.

Today was like no other. Youd returned to the temple after a day we'll fought, slumping in a chair to fix your wounds.

Reptiles fault. You'd told yourself after he had once again got right up against you during Kombat, unintentionally knocking you over as he rolled, his tail clapping straight into your side as you hit a tree.

It didn't take long for the door to open behind you, and you didn't have to look to know it was him, shuffling his way in with that whiney tone like a kicked puppy to apologize.