While she was out on a rampage,Beneath the ground, Draven was alive, barely hanging by a thread. Lower limbs blown to bits, with blue glints, with charred red skin; covered in burns from head to toes, without an once of hair.A rotting smell speard though his premature grave. His fingers quivered; desperately hugged the spatial pouch, tight to his chest.A green figure walked back and forth in his mind space, he muttered "Why? Why did you do this?""How can you be so reckless? This is your damn body!" He said, staring down at his lifeless host.Endless pain in his lungs, coughed his eyes open. "Aah! Oh! Ah!" He struggled to raise his dismembered body. Vernon shouted "Don't move, Idiot! Your body is down to ten percent!"Draven said inbetween his cough. "Why didn't you do anything?"Vernon said "I can't! I am bound to my host's will. I can't do anything without your permission"His charred face darkened to a deeper

Other side,The rhino charged with a glowing tusk, the sabretooth spit ice and spread on the ground. The rhino skedded forward. Ice lengthened his claws; it glistened a dangerous light. The rhino slammed his head down and shattered the ice. His body shimmered gold, an energy ball formed between his tusks and whipped his head forward, tossing the energy attack.The sabretooth jumped to the side, and countered spitting fire. Zeno tongue slithered, giving silent commands to his beast. Trusting his master, the rhino charged straight in the fire, his body glowed, activating the martial arts of the Brazenton family and wacked it's tusks. In the middle of spitting fire, his pupils widened, saw images in his tiny head, he froze. The man yelled "Dodge!"But fell on tranced ears, his tusks clashed against his jaws, sending his to the trees. He flew and crashed, through the piles of trees.After wating for a while it breathed its last breath, the man's t

After his well-played plan, they flew and perched themselves on the tallest tree their eyes could find. Waking up to their rough handling, his enervated eyes flickered.  Jeff groaned "what do you want?" his hands absently moved to his side pocket. Catching his movement, Twin wings quickly held him down and unarmed him of his tiny gadgets and jabbed a pen shaped cylinder to his neck. Draven towered over him with a cocky grin and tapped his cheeks "Hehe, just like I said. Remember" "Like you said?" his pupils enlarged, as realization dawned on him "You mean you weren't kidding about the slave?" Draven lowered himself, as the sun shimmered his jay-blues. Stared straight into his eyes, he whispered. "I never kid!" "Why you..." bitter expression distorted Jeff’s face, choking his words in anguish. "No worries, I always treat my slaves well!" Draven nonchalantly said, like it was the most natural thing, which stemmed from his clan’s dea

Draven stood, knees fixed to the ground.  Becky silently watched; a smile stretched her face. Soon, it diminished with complex emotions. Envy, bitterness and soon happiness settled; mushing her heart. She thought 'Yes, he is chasing me, not her!' Waiting for hours on the treetop, her impression of him, changed. For her heart truly softened by this resoluteness of his actions. 'How can he patiently wait for so long... He must be hungry!' just a she concluded; the grumble of his tummy echoed in the serenity of the forest. She sniffled her chuckle within her hands. She twisted her bangle and turned invisible. Draven turned his gaze to a nearby tree. ‘Huh? Maybe, it was just my imagination’ he thought. As his patience ran thin, he still pressed on. "Becky!! Becky! Please, come out! I’m really sorry! What can I do to make it up for you?" He shouted "I will do anything?" His words fell on deaf ears. Twin wings played games on her tablet