─ "Tch.. I really pushed it this time huh.." Tartaglia mumbled as he dropped to the ground with a small chuckle. He was pretty beat up after using his foul legacy. His groans of pain filled the forest, he seemed to just get rid of some personal enemies.

The Harbinger limped and his way further in the forest, eventually getting to weak to the point to move. He was in so much pain that it was written all over his face. He slumped against an tree, bleeding out a little but not to badly. Tartaglia sighed as he looked up at the sky until a sound caught his attention.

The gingers eyes darted to the sound and saw none other than the Traveler themselves. What were they doing at this time of night? It was so late. Tartaglia questions there presence. He wasn't close to them. They were rather far in the forest.

Tartaglia hadn't seen them in a bit so there presence could be useful in his.. situation. Deciding to slowly limp his way to the Traveler in the woods.