"Ah!""Er!"Giffy screamed into his arm so he wouldn't give away the fact that he was with Rem. The sting from the bandage was almost unbearable. Why does such a hard thing to make hurt so bad, Giffy wondered. Then the pain suddenly stopped and when he looked down there was an almost immediate result. The open wound in Giffy's leg was closing at an unnatural rate, making Giffy feel like someone had ripped a bandage off. Hurts at first, but feels better after. Except that this bandage was being placed on him, not off and that the pain and relief is multiplied by like one hundred.

Looks like Rem's plan is working, Giffy thought as he watched the orc's stupidly give chase to him not looking out for any quicksand or other magical traps he could be leaving behind. Perfect Rem just went into the trees and with the new mobility Giffy has, he should be able to follow the orcs through the trees and slowly take them out one by one while they're running.

"There always has to be the unathletic that gets left behind." "Poor lad, don't worry I'll put you out of your misery." Giffy said in a deep creepy voice. The orc looked confused so either he didn't know where Giffy was or he didn't understand what unathletic means. Probably both Giffy decided so he slowly dropped into the brush below him and closed in for the kill. Giffy wasn't proud of this, but he really enjoyed killing helpless enemies.