Tank watched dispassionately as the Sins disappeared into the jungle, each following a path that only they could see. "Good luck," smirked Chang Xuefeng before he, too, stepped off the bridge. "Hopefully, I'll see you at the finish line. If not, know that I will take very good care of your little lamb."
With a wave over the top of his head, the Angel of Death disappeared.
"Are you really going to take that?" demanded the hound inside the man. Ramsey snarled at the bars in front of him as the man continued to ignore him. He had had a lot of freedom lately, and the human hadn't been impressed.
But it wasn't up to the human to determine their form, and the faster he learned that the better it would be for the both of them.
The air around Tank vibrated the second he stepped off the bridge. He didn't bother to reply to the angel or the beast, nor did he look back.
