"Bane... Save Niniola." Sunday mentioned, falling limb on his fours in such a way that his head was close to the earth. Exhaustion racked his frame, his body shuddering from the aftermath of the summoning Circle which had taken out all the reserve energy that She had activated.
In totality, if not for Bane being around, three was very little Sunday could have done in this instance. And now, he acknowledged that.
He was far too weak. Too weak for his own liking. Too weak to even make it to Earth on his own accord.
And now, he was trusting the same beast that had attempted, not once or twice to have him dead. It didn't matter that Bane and himself had been through quite a lot of recent. The fact remained that he was requesting help from the same Beast that he had.wsnted to show who was superior.
And it hurt. And at least, his pride stung.
