Zone E -- Highlands

[Strazio Rockwell]

Well that was over with.

“What a fucking start,” Strazio groaned.

A river of blood traveled down his arm, forming a visceral soup at his feet. He sat down and clamped his fingers over the wound. Sparks of magick chewed away at the ragged edges of the laceration, charring off vessels and nerves alike. His teeth creaked as he clenched his jaw. Once the procedure was done Strazio exhaled and fell onto his back. And after a few moments of decompression he rolled over and peered over the edge. Yeahp, that was one hell of a drop. Poor bastard.

“Hey,” Strazio shouted, “hey you old bastard! Welcome to the Abyss, hope you break a leg!”

For a long time he simply laid there drawing laboured breaths as the sun crawled across the sky. Once his body stopped hurting, or more accurately he grew acclimated to the pain, he stood. The defender thumbed at the crest that hung around his neck, a reminder of his promise. He stomped back to the epicenter of their fight. All that remained was a smoldering crater.

Strazio found his pack Demetri’s rifle and slung them both over his shoulder. He found a reasonably sized stone and took a seat. Rations were already running low, but the mage still ate his fill. A smile stretched across his lips as he read Gamzee’s message. Good to see one of them was having fun. He took the moment to tap out a quick reply.

“You crazy bastard,” he chuckled and shook his head.


His collar beeped and a red light flicked on. A simple chime that on any other day would be nothing more significant than a microwave ding. However in the Abyss this was paramount to a death dirge. Strazio’s heart skipped a beat and he broke into a halfway jog.

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