[center][b][h3][color=orange]KYZLER[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
[hr][sub][@Cryptek12][/sub]

Kyzler scowled as the girls teeth sunk into his arm. It was followed by a chuckle as he admired her resolve and determination. Trying to shake off the pain he casually watched her desperate attempt on the floor. Shaking his head he turned to Sheffield. Eyes glaring.

[color=orange][i]”Since you dropped her you can....
[/i][/color] his words trailed off.
[color=orange][sub]”Oh fuck.”[/sub][/color] he whispered.

He watched and listened to the hunter with despair. So brash and reckless.
Realising he couldn’t change what had began, Kyzler sighed, paused for a moment then grit his teeth angrily as he decided to follow the self proclaimed hunter and dying girl. Follow them away from safety, away from help, towards murderers, unknown dangers and dangerous people and possibly her dead parents. 

Kyzler didn’t get to the age he currently is by being a reckless fool.
But if that is true, why could he not just stop following them?

His gaze kept switching from the girl to signs of her tracks on the floor. The shuffling and movement couldn’t be good for her or her injury. He wanted to be sure they were on the right path. In her state it would be easy for her to get mixed up or suddenly pass out.

It was a horrible thought to have but it did pass Kyzler’s mind, [i]‘maybe they would be better off if she didn’t survive the trip.’[/i] He tried to run every scenario in his head but had so little information. In  every situation of combat she was going to be a liability. An extra target, a bargaining tool, a hinderance, unpredictable and irrational. Kyzler was already preparing a heavy speech and beating for this foolish hunter.
It would take pure luck to see this night to the end without disaster.

Now he knew why he had an off feeling about this kid...