"Hurry up!" Vahn, the cocky three-tailed Fox Spirit shouted at Gio. Gio lagged behind. He had been 'graced' with holding all of his groups' things. Gio looked worse for wear. The circles under his eyes were dark. The three three-tailed members were cockily pushing forward. Gio let out a grunt as he tried to push himself forward. The weight of everything pushed against Gio, forcing him to crumble onto the ground.
"He fell, again." Iol, goon number 1, informed the other two three-tailed Foxes. Vahn sighed and turned around. He walked over to the tired Gio and knelt down.
"You're the whole reason why we're going to die out here!" Vahn shouted, grabbing Gio's face and lifting it up to look at him. Iol and Cro stood behind Vahn, snickering. "We don't have good times because of you, stupid! You can't even fight well and you expect us to care? You can't pull your own weight here, so why do you expect yourself to gather souls? You're useless. Get up and keep walking."
