Vita Viridi

Out-Smarted Out-Numbered

The sun was setting.

"We should rest," Grimm grabbed Arya's shoulder.

"Yes, but they said that they would attack if we didn't show," she bit her lower lip.

"C'mon, those three seem smart enough to wait for us, right?"

At that note, Arya collapsed and just lied on the ground, "Then it's your turn to set up camp."

"You'll hunt?"

Arya sighed, "Fine," she got back up, and walked off.

As she disappeared, Grimm begun. Cutting off branches from the trees with his Sycthe, he used the leaves, twigs and branches to make a tent. After making the open tent, he walked around to gather as much rocks and pebbles, twigs and dry bark he could get to start a fire. Pile and stacking it altogether, he just needed to light it, which it would be best to leave for Arya to do.

With bow at her ready, she sat in a bush. Infront of her emerged an areites, or to what the humans say, deer. Leaning it's head over to feed, Arya drew her bow back, holding the arrow tightly, and released. Piercing the head of the areites, the light arrow evaporated in the air afterwards. Going to claim her winnings, Arya mounted the areites onto her shoulder, and started to walk back.

With the sun setting, Arya and Grimm sat around the campfire, with the deer roasting above it.

"Nice catch," Grimm said, tearing off one of the limbs of the deer to feast on.

"Th-thanks," she blushed, grabbing her own limb from the deer.

"You can express other feelings than just anger and stupidity?"

"Hey!"

"Just pointing out," Grimm rolled his eyes.

The demons came to the cell door, "C'mon prisoners, we've got to move you."

Treyala and the others stood and followed. Going up the stairs, she looked around, scanned around, tried to see if anything could help them escape, but nothing. Reaching the top, the three stood in the churches main room. Father Escobar stood infront of them.

"Hello my three little spies," he smirked. Extended out his hands, he put his right palm on Puer's cheek, "You'll be a perfect spy."

"LEAVE HIM ALONE," Jack fought to free himself. Trying to smash the locks, he proved useless, but he didn't care.

The demons glanced at Jack.

All of a sudden, Jack couldn't move or breathe or anything anymore. It's as if he were frozen.

The demons laughed and weezed while Jack slowly suffocated, not capable of doing anything. "Puppet Magic-Puppetiers Game," on chuckles. The other hit his friends back and spout, "Dude you're the worst," his friend stared, then they continued to laugh.

Father Escobar signaled the two to let Jack go.

They sighed, the one setting him free.

Jack gasped for breathe frantically.

Puer was horrified to see what magic one of the two demons had, for when they fought, they used pure strength, scary.

Treyala on the other hand, just stared emotionless, her face blank like a white slate.

Grabbing his chin, applying much force with his palm, Father pulled Jack's face in close, "I will not let you think you vermin, have a chance in this world," he spat every word onto his face.

Breaking the chain that bond the three together, the demons grabbed Treyala and Jack's arms, leaving Puer.

"What's you're name," Father said softly.