The Collapse (Azores 2 Prologue)

Evan tried his best not to glare at the direction Tamara was heading. He never truly liked her , or understood her, but walking out like that was extravagant even for her. Still he knew that letting slide for the moment was the best thing he could do, they were here for a reason and once they were done they could pin that bitch down and demand a few answers. "Woooh nice job wee-argh, I mean nice work Milan it's good to have you on our team. Now let's catch up to Tamara, I'm surely she just needed to poop and couldn't hold it any longer. It's an understandable excuse to leave your companions behind, no?" He said as he gently smacked Milan on the back while an enormous grin appeared on his face.

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"..." Claire felt a need to say something about Milan's apparent aversion to being touched but to be fair... She honestly didn't care to much. If he wanted to be standoffish then that was his business.

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Eva made a step away from Milan as he raised his hands pretending someone was holding him at gunpoint. "Worry not Milan, with a face like that I'm sure you wont have to worry about physical contract once we get out of here." With any luck Irina would be too busy worrying about Tamara to scold him.

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Milan could not blame Irina for feeling that way, in fact he was the same. There wasn't a lot what he could understand about the demon from the first time he met her. But, she did her job which counted for so much. Yet, right now? He expected that she would not betray Yufosa. After all, her servitude to the decrepit old man normally meant she would be a loyal servant to his cause. Of course, this was assuming the elder did beat her in combat at some point. But somewhere in his gut, the swordsman felt this may entirely be the case all the time.

He only gave a pointed narrowed look at Eva. Milan is not exactly in the mood for any antics right now, but he was not going to lose his calm. That was the name of the game in every world they had to get involved in. Get too incensed or emotionally invested, things never end well. An individual should learn to become like water, ever flowing and bending to the situation. Of course, Milan still had a long way to go in that regard. But, he was getting closer at least.

As the swordsman entered the portal, he and his posse would find themselves into another part of the area. The man was not sure where to go now. All these portals and none of them felt as they would get him closer. He had no words for this at all. Anything else was a waste of breath at this point, unless one of them here had an actual idea what to do now. Milan continued to advance forward while leaving the room. He had little doubt his group would follow him as well. What else would they do anyway?

Tamara could be felt. But where exactly? As he pondered temporarily, he noticed the ominous turns in their environment. None of this boded well. But of course, there were more demons to slay as he finally landed at a space where the creatures were on his left. Sword unsheathed once more with a flash of azure light summoning Futsunushi, Milan was ready for combat again. They weren't really at liberty to avoid combat now. And as usual, it will be dealt with quickly.

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