<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe depart for the night...</em></div><hr/><br/><em>Shit.....</em><br/>How could he have forgotten about the stuffy bubble with the warm air. With the dagger in the holster he felt his lungs take in that last breath of air before the water was on them. Only because of her did he manage to to get swept under the water in the coming deluge, preventing him from being crushed by the water and in possible harm's way. Breaking the surface of the water he coughed up some water that had manged to rush into him and threaten to fill his lungs.<br/><strong>"A little warning next time..." </strong><br/>He watched her as she went to her weapon, his eyes glancing to the darkened sky for any signs of the harpies and  found none. Opting to stay nude and simply toss his clothing under an arm, it was his turn to play the "disorientating" vertigo game. Placing a hand on her shoulder he pulled her the short jump into the sulfur scented pathway of the underworld before leaving her at the footsteps of her father's cabin. Clint was gone, found in his bed as he could finally get some sleep after being dragged out, fucked, fed and saving a first time camping red-head.