"Little guy is really running this time!" Beat said as they ran after their guide, the little yorkshire's yipping helping them during the times when they inevitably lost sight of the small canine.
They had accepted the last part of their quest and were again making their way through the fog, though this time, they seemed to be heading away from the towers. After about ten minutes, the fog became thinner as they exited the woods. They found themselves on what appeared to be a farm and were
Beat snickered as he danced on the balls of his feet, some his coordination returning, though he could tell that his reflexes were still significantly hindered.
“Well, if I recall the movie correctly, we’ve kind of rewriting a lot of things right now.” He said his leg shining once again as he prepared to put the comical soldiers out of their misery.
“For instance…” he ran towards the group of soldiers and whipped up another twister that shredded them to red, pixelated pieces, “Those gu