Tartarus. The abyssal plains.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you…" Jet spoke to a figure that was poised to launch a spell at the grotesque demons below the red cliff where they both stood.
The figure bit her lips in clear frustration, debating whether or not to listen to Jet or to go ahead with her attempt.
"Be sane Janet." Another voice warned with a low growl. "There's nothing you can do to help right now." He walked up to her slowly as Jet watched passively. "He'll live. I'm sure of that. We just need to come up with a plan… Giving our position away right now would do nothing to help."
"Duck!" Jet suddenly whispered sharply.
They followed his words immediately, without any hesitation whatsoever. If their short experience in this hell had taught them anything, it was to always follow Jet's words. His instincts had saved them a couple of times already.
