Monke and Battle Royales (7)

We ran through the forest, the light from the inferno a few meters behind us giving us a clear path to follow through the dense foliage.

"If we make it through this, I'm going to hit you so hard with my tail that you'll see your ancestors!" Prixais hissed as my arm held her tight against my shoulder.

"Can't. From what I can see back in the Mortal Realm, and my suspicions have been confirmed when I was brought here to the Divine Realm, I'm sure that I'm the first of my kind, making me my own ancestor." I rebutted, causing her to sputter at the facts thrown straight into her face. My legs were still not feeling the burn after a few minutes of running, even if I was moving more than 40 kilometers an hour.

"… Fine, be that way, smartass." Prixais grumbled as she admitted her loss in our verbal battle. This wasn't the first one during my run. In fact, I was sure this was the fourth topic we've been juggling around just to lighten the tension.