Zone B -- Forest

[Gildarts]

It is midnight. Witching hour and hour that Death haunts. Rain crumbled down and rolled over the sides of the overhang he stood beneath. It was spooky and pitch black.
 
And his triumphant enemy had howled at him, it tasted like a taunt in his mind, churning there, waiting not for the tides of time to change, but for his fatigued muscles to strike. Just how could he be here? Course, it wasn’t hard to think about it, the one called Tearen needed to get to a safehouse too, for his device too was sure to pop, same as theirs.
 
Illidan however, found the offer of late dinner with his enemies insulting. Yet, somehow they’d all wound up here. Tearen, the victor, and Illidan, defeated with less than nothing. The truth was vicious as it blasted in his mind.
 
Stormrage. It should have been a holy name on the tongue of his enemy, now, it was spoken much like a joke. The fel Prime lunged and found himself held back, he spun around to see who had dared defy him. The dark elf found himself to be chained the crippling grip of Gildarts. The strength was truly nothing to be rivaled with.
 
“Let go.” Illidan commanded.
 
Gildarts let his organic hand sink to the silver shackle on his ally’s wrist, “If you go after him now, that’ll explode. Leave him for now. Rest and eat. Though maybe… Not the food he offered.”
 
“Tch,” Illidan nodded. His prime companion was right, even if he didn’t want to hear it.
 
“I’ll be sleeping with this underneath my pillow,” Gildarts tapped his pet-chainsaw with a happy yet menacing expression. “You can always invite him outside tomorrow should you decide. For now, sleep and you’ll fight better tomorrow.”
 
Wise words came from the mage who had now released his grip on the metallic shackle. Keeping a teammate in-check came with the agreement of an alliance. When Gildarts looked up, he saw that the gang was all there. The older wizard who’d sent a ice enchantment at him, the shapeshifting girl, the little one with the skull. And a few others. Which one had been the “dog” was something Gildarts was still guess. The joke had gone right over his head.
 
Yup, all of them were there. Amicably eating dinner together like a family. This was something Gildarts always valued, the meal at the end of the day shared by friends and family. It was even more heart-warming when it was enemies coming together. It meant to him, that the battle had meant something and that is what he fought for. Change.
 
Illidan wasn’t having it. The challenge still rattled the air as though it had been aimed at his ego. Well, bullseye. It had hit and the elf cringed as his mind grated up against Tearen as though it were metal. Then, the god-mind had disappeared, presumably getting some much needed sleep. Gildarts was about to go there next too, though he’d likely avoid bunking near Nealaphh for reasons mostly based on the shadow’s telepathic connections. Gildarts didn’t need him whispering to her while he slept.
 

Just nervously reiterating Gil and Illidan Moved: from B15 to SHB so as to not explode because I was short the WL on my travel post which I didn't combine with my other post because I am indeed a lazy foo’