Out on a remote field, Reaper stands before stalk like plants with blue bulbous tips. He examines the foreign flora thoughtfully before finally coming to a decision. “Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Wielding his scythe, he quickly slashes the plant’s stalk, catching it before it can fall to the ground. He chews against the stalk of the plant experimentally before making a small sound of disgust. He then turns the plant over to face the blue bulb and then swiftly shucks the bulb from its neat fitting in the stalk. Holding the blue orb of a fruit, Reaper shrugs indifferently before popping it into his mouth. The fruit melts in his mouth, forming an edible liquid energy. Reaper finds the taste satisfactory and quickly swallows it down. He glances at himself as he feels the buzz of energy produced from the fruit. “Huh…” Reaper begins the task of gathering more of these blue fruit, shucking away the bulbs and then gathering them in a bowl he had premeditatedly brought from the ruins. Suddenly there is the snapping of a stalk, and a squat humanoid figure jumps from the overgrowth. Reaper senses the attack and quickly spins around, holding out the handle of his scythe to deflect the blow. The creature grasps onto Reaper’s weapon, hanging from it with its feet off the ground. Although its form is definitely shaped, the creature's skin seems to be made of shadows. It also wears a strange blue hooded cloak that covers its eyea and hangs down to its feet like a short cape. Reaper wonders how something so small can be so heavy, as he madly tries to swing it off his scythe. Reaper finally manages to succeed by grabbing his scythe with both hands and swiftly slamming the creature against the ground. The creature, however, is not so easily defeated and quickly jumps back to its feet. Reaper tries to cut through the creature by ineptly swinging his scythe like a sword and impaling its blade into the ground. The creature sidesteps the slash and then jumps forward while Reaper is temporarily immobilized. Reaper quickly learns the error of his ways as he feels a circle of sharp teeth dig into his side. The sound of several footsteps begins echoing around Reaper as he notices the subtle movement of the stalks. He begins to flee, clumsily burdened by the creature that has implanted itself into his side, and makes sure to pick up his bowl along the way. Somewhere along his path from the field to the city, the creature had fallen off, but left a gaping wound in Reaper's side.

Metna runs up the stairs of the temple, worried about Angel's well-being. “Angel? Are you there?” Just as she reaches the top of the flight, Angel steps out from the shadow of the doorway, stumbling dizzily and clearly ill. “Metna? I don’t feel too well…” Angel keels forward clutching her stomach. Metna catches angel before she falls down the stairs. “Jeez, look at you. You look like you're going to turn into a zombie.” Metna helps her delirious looking acquaintance down the stairs and lets her rest at the bottom. Before Metna can even contemplate a way to help Angel, Reaper suddenly comes running toward the temple, holding his side with pained grunts. Metna stands up immediately and shouts, “Omigosh!” She points accusingly towards the bloodied gap in Reaper's side. “What the heck happened to you?” Reaper passes Metna dismissively as he walks over to Angel. “It's nothing, just a flesh wound.” Reaper holds out the bowl of fruit towards Angel. “Here, try these.” Angel glances up weakly and immediately straightens up as she sees the bowl. “It's about time!” She grabs the bowl and greedily begins devouring the fruit. “I was starving.” Reaper gives her an amused smirk, before cringing and looking down at his wound. Metna, sighing at the drama over Angel's hunger, turns her attention back towards Reaper. “You should really sit down and rest or something.” She searches about helplessly for something to dress the wound, but Reaper merely shakes his head. “I can't rest, not now.” He straightens out his stance and feigns wellness as he wipes the blood from his hand. “There were a lot other creatures like the one who did this to me. If they had followed me back, and you two were unprotected…” His voice trails off as he looks at Metna sternly. “I'll be fine.” Without giving Metna a chance to argue, Reaper walks away, scythe held securely in his hands.