"So what's the plan then Blake, we can't stay in this hellhole forever we need to get out of here." Nero speaks bluntly and openly aloud.
"I know just give me some time to lick our wounds. That new skill was agonising. I'm still recovering. I don't know how you're so fine with it, I'm wiped out after that and the wounds aren't helping that either." Blake responds, exhaustion clear as day in his voice.
"Yeah yeah get to it we have to get out of here. We can't take any beauty sleep here." Nero says making sure Blake doesn't take his sweet time.
"Oi you've been talking to yourself for a damn hour are you ok up there. These Bastards have barely gotten to you so you must've been pretty messed up to begin with" A faint blue spark crackles across the room. The visage of the man comes into view. His blue eyes hollowed out and his blue hair long and dishevelled hanging his head low hiding his own gaze.
