Blood Eater-

Nyx winced as he shifted his weight — the pain from his wounds pulsating, forcing him to grit his teeth so as not to make a sound.

The canyon proved to be far too sudden to descend directly. Walking through the desolate streets, they finally managed to find a slim path downwards — one steep and broken enough to prevent return. They took it.

During the descent, Nyx couldn't help but murmur out toward Acher. "What's your plan? I mean... when we get down there?"

Acher's eyes clenched as he peered back towards him. "We kill the wolves."

Nyx let out a quick sigh, "We can't just run in without a plan."

Acher let out a tick. "We don't have time for a plan. We need to save them."

The two of them locked eyes for an uncomforting amount of time until Acher begrudgingly turned back to continue walking. "-What do you have in mind?" He muttered.

Nyx gave a slight frown. "The first thing we need to do is regroup. While Thane, Ryland and what other Phantoms remain are holding off the wolves, we group the cadets back together."

"-Then we notify the Phantoms to help." Acher chipped in, stopping just before a small divot in their path.

"We won't need to," Nyx muttered in response.

Acher dropped down, peering back up toward Nyx as he did the same. By now, they were halfway to the bottom. The only thing connecting their path was a series of fractured roads, gaping holes in nearby houses and bits of the canyon wall that stuck out.

From the corner of his eye, Nyx could see Acher give a slight glance of confusion. Swiftly did Nyx shake his head, gripping his arm and slowly beginning to look around. "Nothing. It's just a hunch."

It was then did they hear something.

It was rather unclear at first as to what the sound was, though after a while it was clearly the sounds of combat. Mixed in with the clamoring of the weapons, they could note the subtle appearance of voices and the snarls of what could only be assumed to be another wolf.

Quite surprisingly, the sound wasn't coming from the canyon floor. Rather, it seemed to be directly in front of them, down the same path they were walking on.

"Let's move. Towards the sound." Nyx's gaze shifted straight towards the ground below, trying to gain any information he could before their inevitable arrival at the bottom.

There was very little to note — the city itself proved to get in the way, appearing like a jungle of wood and stone. Paired with the dust, darkness and debris, it would be near impossible to see anything remotely noteworthy.

Nyx passed a glance towards Acher, steadily nodding his head as they began to creep their way down the fractured roads.

Acher stood in the front — carefully gripping his glaive so as to not bash it against any of the surrounding rocks. Even though they had already fought one of these creatures, Nyx couldn't help but be afraid. After all, he was almost killed.

Despite everything, however, he still gripped his tattered spear firmly within his hands, eyes slowly sweeping across the canyon in somber expectation.

He could feel his own senses heighten — taking in every slight sound he heard. His mind raced faster than he even knew possible.

At long last, they had finally reached the source of the sound. Just to their right, within a small divot of the canyon wall, was the intense clamoring of weapons. Nyx, careful to not make too much noise, peeked his head out from behind a small rock.

The first thing he managed to lay his eyes on was none other than a familiar face. "Silas!"

His head turned around, eyes lighting up as he noticed Nyx from behind the rock. "Nyx- you're alive!"

Then the sound emerged; that of paws creeping closer.

One step. Two steps. Three, four, five- by the time Nyx jumped out, he feared it would've been too late.

And yet, for once, he managed to outpace the wolf.

He leaped his body forward and thrusted the iron head through the darkness. With the sudden squelch and pressure from the impact, along with the fear-inducing yelp from the Terror, Nyx used what strength he had to ingress the head further in.

It violently began to ravage and shake, and with a sudden tug, rolled Nyx straight to the ground — his chin bashing against the soil making his teeth click together.

Acher rushed forward, pulling back the glaive before hurling it forward, once again a sickening sound being produced.

Following Acher's glaive, it was clear to see it pierced straight through into the beast's eye, whilst Nyx's remains of a spear perforated into its lower chest.

Hastily did Nyx rise from the ground, peering towards the beast and getting ready to strike.

At the moment, he failed to notice what Acher already had.

"Nyx- stop!" Acher shouted, ripping Nyx away from the beast, leaving the spear locked into it.

Nyx clenched his eyes, "What are you doing-!"

By the time he finished speaking, he could already see. From under the beast, and masked by the adrenaline of fighting, he had failed to notice the obvious.

Dual silver blades sticking out of the Terror's back, and a cadet glaring from above.

It was Rei.