Archer slid down the black cat and his boots connected with a thud. Dust spread around and settled back on the ground leisurely.
"Should we split into different groups?" Archer asked the dream spirit.
The black cat's sapphire and golden eyes stared back at the elfen and said, "Absolutely not. I have already said that we should all stick together, but look at what happened? A lot of us died!"
Archer was surprised by the sudden outburst of the dream spirit, and he raised his hands as a sign of defeat, "Okay, okay. I was just asking, sheesh."
The elfen was trying to get his way around not getting close to the halfling in front of him. Truth be told, the reason he had suggested to split up was that he didn't want to be close to Red.
She had the face of someone who could kill with just her bare hands. And she was looking straight at Archer in particular.
The young elfen didn't like the way she was looking at him.