Zeeb and Dante laid on the dirty ground all night, cursing each other, talking, and laughing in pain. Both were weak and bleeding. They stayed that way until morning.
The next morning, Zeeb used his legs to jerk Dante.
"Lazy bones!" Zeeb grunted. "It's morning..get up!" Only half, jokingly.
Dante winced in pain, opening his eyes. He tried to get up but couldn't, he relaxed back on the ground. He seemed to be the one affected most.
The tent they spent hours in setting up was pulled down.
Dante stared at the sky. He was satisfied and convinced about working with Zeeb now, without trying to move crazily and betray him.
"You have so much strength in you." Dante complimented. "If my leader, Zyan had seen you earlier, he would have still been alive...and your speed, your defe
