Drake was flying through the air at such a high speed, everything was all a blur to him although Jaune’s screaming was something he could not ignore. As if someone had heard him, the screaming stopped and Jaune disappeared beneath the trees. Oh thank the Gods, he thought.
As he descended into the forest, Drake quickly scanned for his landing spot. He readied his weapons and with the thrust of his arms, his blades ejected from the hilts, embedding themselves into a tree. With a quick flip, he was on the ground, reeling in his blades and holstering them, And he sticks the landing! He then looked around to make sure he was alone. All clear, Drake thought as he began making his way north to the forest temple. Within the first few minutes of his landing, the distinct sound of rustling bushes was heard nearby. Drake upholstered his weapons, the Obsidian Furies, an