<span style="font-style: italic"> Pfft, this whole flipping trip is a waste, what in the deep depths of the Abyss am I supposed to do with all these fleshy things?".</span>Sydney's eyes coiled from the edge of his sockets, glaring at one person to another, it was not friendly nor a glare held with resent or malice, but rather pity and piety to the consort that this journey would test out who was weak and strong. To all accounts Eva was the first to be expected to hit the dirt, her lifeless mangled, desecrated, mutilated body amused his twisted mind greatly, those so-called-lovely-angelic eyes laying lifeless on the soft dirt, then a foot crushing onto that beautifully framed skull of hers, splattering what was the content of such a skull.<br/><br/>A chuckle could be heard under his breath from the prospect, then another, Holt fighting Charlotte, such a females miss use of her words if it was meant to be or not told him she gets angry quiet quickly, the imagination of Holt insulting her to the point she does indeed lose it only brightened the concept that two warriors, male and female battle against one another other words, a slice deep into Holt's cheek as the blade spoilt with blood explodes from the other side, another sword heading for Charlotte's throat and lunging upwards, lifting her head from her shoulders made the imagination of Sydney's all more enjoyable.<br/><br/>Then there was Mira, a boastful and expendable person in reality as much in his imagination, expendable to the point that if she did annoy him he would put her out of her misery of her everlasting contest against the world. Standing on top of a hill of corpses, Mira chanted a war cry of victory, then a sudden arrow to the face and a frown with a chilling hint of anger could be seen as the poor dear falls backwards out of view, humiliation and devastation to say the least.<br/><br/>Then there were the two knights, their names held no room in Sydneys thoughts, but to say the least he would enjoy watching the brute and his boyfriend live in the Depths for all eternity, perhaps Sydney would visit once in a while to see if they are still living.<br/><br/>Then enjoyment kept within the content of his mind until an abrupt stop. "Hey, we have a date with death why the falter?" His inquisitive questioning was that of frustration, his dimension of speed was light and that of a vector, standing in front of the group for movement, his expression was that still of frustration. "A little movement and everyone start pissing themselves?" His eyes darted towards the knights, the larger one seemed to ignore such a comment, however the prettier one took it to heart and rather make a comeback, he to fell silent and stayed vigil.<br/><br/>"Tsk...Whatever.." The youthful man turns to the group and crosses his arms, looking to the rest, "Where exactly is our destination?" Another question, abrupt and straight forward, the mission was clear but the foundations to the destination was not, nor what direction to take, what terrain we would encounter or beasts to expect in such an unnatural environment. The young man waited, his guard razor sharp, sneaking was impossible at this point from his sides of from behind, however he had shown no magical aura, but his eyes intensified, waiting for an answer or waiting for whatever moved out there, but the real goal that was being achieved at the moment was the aggravation he felt.