The woods seemed to grow thicker as soon as they entered, the wrinkled tree branches almost intertwined above the three knights like a make-shift cage. The moonlight was barely visible anymore where they were. Mikhael let out an irritated grunt when he nearly tripped over yet another set of gnarled overgrown roots because of the lack of vision, having to use the spear like a pole and lift his legs over them because of his lack of usable arms. He could understand the frustrations. None of the training or drills has properly prepared them for this kind of terrain, and there was no tell when something might just jump out at them. He also felt annoyed by all of this shambling, but didn't voice them as Lucas did. He didn't mind much, but Ezekiel seemed to find problem with the bouts. 

	He shook his head sternly when he heard the comment made to Lucas, turning back slightly. "We are all bothers and sisters in the same order and on the same journey. The beasts see no difference, so neither should we. Set aside our pride for now. Focus on finding the boy, he is important, so are his spectacles blessed by Maya."

Mikhael tried to find a place where there was still some moonlight, searching once again for any trace of the mist. 

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