His dark tossled hair shifted with each quickening breath.
Someone's screaming.
The leaves beneath his body began to crackle as he rocked from side to side.
There's blood on my hand.
His muscles tensed. The sound of a bone breaking penetrated the serenity of the atmosphere.
She's -
"RISE AND SHINE, DEAD HEAD!"
He abruptly rose from his lying down position, extending his arms openly before him. With a vociferous yell, the brunette continued more softly as his grinned, "Ah, the sweet smell of slaughtered chickens in the morning."
Cocking his head in confusion upon his own words, as his eyes rolled as he noticed a rooster in his left hand, blatantly dead as he acknowledged its snapped neck.
Glad to see you already got a start on today's killing spree, Five. With a rooster, by the way.
"THE DEATH OF MEN WAITH'ETH NOT FOR THE RISE OF THE SOUL!" He yelled as he leaped from the flora. During his jump, he rolled in the air and landed gracefully on his foot and machine replacement, standing his ground on a minature cliff.
You've been practicing your reading, haven't you?
Five thrusted forward once more, with another flip for effect, of course, and bellowed, "MORE THAN ON A SUMMER'S DAY!" before picking up a buster sword that had been lodged between a tree and a boulder. He waved it frantically in the air to rid of the loose branches in his way, creating a clear-cut path as he raced farther down the hill.
Careful, now. You're almost at the edge.
"GIVE ME FREEDOM OR GIVE ME FREEDOMS!" And with his patriotic declaration, Five jumped high off of the stone edge. Briefly soaring through the cloudless sky, his arms flailed as he began to fall pass his traveling companion, the forest giant. With a tumble, he hit the sand with a loud thud, causing a cloud of dust to send his nose into a sneezing frenzy.
Gosh, you know how much we hate the sand, and yet you proceed to act recklessly anyway.
Ignoring the inner voice, Five inhaled deeply in an attempt to halt his sneezing. Wiping his nose with the back of his hand, he tickled his nostrils with the fur of his buckled gloves. Wincing away, he looked up toward the high sun absentmindedly to see it was already at its peak, "Gone in four cocktails."
Looks like we've got some work to do while we can still see. I'm aware you enjoy exploring without flora awakening your allergies, but get back on the giant, Five.
"WE'RE OFF TO NEVERLAND!" Five sprinted foward with a pace not even Sphere Riders could match.
Both of the duo knew that there were only three hours left in the daylight before darkness would engulf the Nether Field-4, but it was evident only one of that cared about being able to see without either the sun or artifical moon.
"My dreams are too infinitesimal for light to restrict. Every breath I take is composed of dirt stuff and pepper-salt, stolen straight from the very light of day. They know not.. THE POWER OF A GALLA-05!"
Of a human.
Of a once human.
