A line of sweat broke out on his head- dripping down to his brows. The cold wind sweeping racing across the hill sent shivers down his spine- or was it fear?
Chest puffed out- and blaring nostrils, he jerked his head in the York girl's direction- questioning her with a loud commanding voice;
"Stacy! What the hell is it doing?!" he thundered; "Where's my damn sword?!!"
Stacy's mouth was opened in awe. Her round eyes gazed upwards- too shocked to answer Nexus a damn thing.
As frustration crept up on him, and as the sensation of incoming disaster continued to increasingly tug at his senses, he jerked his head back and lifted his neck upwards. With confusion set in his eyes, he watched askance- as the army of curling tentacles, threaded each other- tightening in knots till his sword disappeared completely.
The reflection of the wormy sight played out on his irises- like scenes from a horror show. All the hairs on Nexus' neck stood on its ends.
