What Is This Place?

Gravity led the way up a steep incline, his features which had only just returned to normal from the anger he experienced in the hard faught grave yard battle, now seemed to take on a more somber look with each step he took up the mountain. Akasha watched as his head and shoulders gradually and almost imperceptibly started to slump. He kept one hand at the ready never traveling far from the blade at his waist, while the other hand helped to push the Dead Weed from his path. Akasha could not see his eyes from the view she had climbing steadily up behind him but his posture gave away the fact that he was steadily pushing the rage that had so recently consumed him deep within himself. Akasha could only imagine what the power of that rage could be doing to him now that it was a ball of depression eating him from the inside out. The very air around him pulsed to her hightened spritual senses the sadness he must feel... but why?



They had beaten the tormented souls back.... they had faught for their lives and won with no small part of that victory belonging to the rage walkers firey anger driven power. She had to admit that she hoped he never had to draw those cursed blades that seemed to stare back at her from the burnt leather harnesses criss crossing his back.... where did he get those evil things and why did he continue to wear and communicate with them when he himself seemed to despise the blades.

Gravity meets another

Gravity took his time with the gaze he poured over the priestess... The screams of the villiagers faded, and the heat of the fire went unoticed as he took one last look at the woman he for some reason remembers and for another reason didn't kill. How strange life can turn with a single choice. He chose not to follow through with the assassination and thus plung his life into an almost certain death at the hands of the illuminati, because of a faded memory and the look in her eyes. He kept that gaze one last time before he let his senses come back to the hellish reality that stood between them and freedom. "Concentrate!" the blades commanded. "I will not be placed in the hands of a common soldier all because of a couple of pretty eyes!" The sentient blades snapped him into full focus and he began to swiftly look for an escape. The priestess seemed to have a plan of her own as Gravity now noticed her chanting silently with both wrists placed together.....