"There hasn't been any word. None of us have seen anything nor found killing grounds." Octavious was twisting the tip of a blade into the workbench before him. His eyes were blue and black. His jaw clenched so hard it was a wonder that he hadn't cracked his teeth. He looked at the two men before him. Dark berserkers like him, but younger. He slammed the blade into the table.
"Not. Fucking. Possible." Octavious stated dangerously. There was no way, not god damn way for Vincent to pull back from the edge this time. Not unless he had found a peace keeper and if he had found one was was he so easy to push to the edge. There was no way, none that he managed to win against the darkness. That meant only one thing, one fucking thing and that was a major problem.
"Where would you like us to look for him next?" The one asked and Octavious was silent for a moment. He eyed the two.
