The two stood at the base of a large tree with very little branches at the base. Although it was raining, they were protected by the thick foliage of the canopy above them. It cast a dark shadow over them, which seemed to make the brush around Crow's ankles seem taller and thicker. Birds chirped off and on, obviously making plans of some sort before the strength of the oncoming storm from the ocean hit with its full ferocity.
Covered in cobwebs, dirt soaked into his wet shirt, and leaves clinging to mud along his pant legs – Crow looked a little beat. Akiio threw a few leaves out of his onyx hair, but otherwise he was relatively clean; He did have a thin layer of moisture all over him but nothing was soaking in. Crow had Akiio held on his back piggy-back style with his hands at Akiio's thighs, leaning forward.
“The need to sprint was less than ten percent.” Akiio said rather flatly without a show of care to Crow holding him on his back.