"Don't tell me… Your friends turned against you?"
"I don't have any friends."
"Oh, you poor thing…"
***
A couple of hours earlier,
"Huff… Huff…"
Branches lashed against her skin as Syl pushed forward, her breath ragged.
Her mind continually replayed the sight of the Fox girl, that timid and weak Fox girl, erupting into flames to fight against that strange creature.
She finally broke through into a small clearing where the rest of the Hobgoblins waited. Their broad figures loomed among the trees and tension was written across their scarred face.
One of them stepped forward, his jaw tightening.
"Syl? Why the fuck did you go back?"
"Yeah. Just when we all escaped, you ran back in there. What the fuck was that?"
Syl slowed her steps, brushing leaves from her tangled hair. Her amber eyes studied them calmly, almost coldly. "Why are you hanging around with Goblins?" She asked, aiming to change the subject.
"They're hanging around us, the little mutts."
