♦ Neruda's POV ♦
September just hums then there's a flurry of movement, I slow down to give her balance, curious as to what is going on behind me.
Cyril gently pats the fur beside my left ear. "My younger sister is terrifying, she diced him to pieces with wind and is currently lighting him up."
I wince at this. 'there's no way he's surviving that.'
"Let's hope so." Cyril mutters. "It wouldn't matter anyway we'd be out of her before he tried to fix that."
We all fall quiet after this, September settling back while I run across the desert. I wouldn't be surprised if the Beast decide to let us go, unless he's coming out himself but I also didn't want September to push herself.
No doubt the only reason she's been on a roll is because of the panic and rage boost Zach and Selena gave her, that wasn't a healthy way to fight.
