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He couldn't stop running. If he did he'd be bitten and die. Hell, even if he let Petra catch up too close he'd be in deep trouble - he'd heard on nature programs that some snakes could spit venom right at you. She was possibly unwittingly wielding some sort of ******** reptilian supersoaker at his back. It was nightmare fuel.

Half mad as he was with his very unfamiliar and primal sort of terror, Rep was tearing up both the jungle and himself as he scrabbled his way through it. Additionally, with the cuff weakening his shield, Tracey couldn't afford to deal with the smaller non life threatening cuts and abrasions right away. However, this fact didn't mean he had to like it in the least.

Seriously, you are getting awfully scratched up!> The fallen angel's voice was shrill and panicked. He wasn't used to Rep being this out of control for anything other than furious tantrums. It left him at a loss of how to defuse it.

Petra's plea seemed at least to fall on deaf ears, and he might have kept flat out running until he ran out of energy. Might have, had it not been for a particularly mischievous tree root raised just hight enough that it nicked the edge of his shoe - and sent him crashing to the jungle floor with a grunt of surprise as every bit of air was smacked out of his lungs.

It was a fortunate fall however, because even as he yanked them both, they narrowly avoided what had to be the dull rain of thumps of an arrow trap.

He rolled onto his back, breathless, simultaneously out of breath from running and finding it hard to breathe after the air being knocked out of him. The result was a very dazed place where blue flashing patterns danced before his eyes and he skipped along the knife edge of conciousness. Even that close to the edge there was only one thing he could think about.

"I.....iss....is..did..you...Is it away?"

Petra felt a cold, sinking feeling wrench her gut up into her throat as they continued to charge through the underbrush, accompanied by the slightest hint of nausea. He wasn't going to stop. Her command (if you could really call it that, anymore; she did only for the purpose of maintaining her pride,) had been completely ignored, the ruddy-haired hunter far too lost in his own terror to hear or care to listen or both, completely oblivious to everything around them. And as they crashed like a two-person train-wreck through the jungle, it was quickly dawning on her that she had made a really ******** bad decision. As the seconds passed, the distance between herself and her partner became more and more distinct; Runic bracelets could keep them holding hands, but it couldn't completely trump physics. Rep was a lot larger than she was. Although she was by no means short for a woman, his strides were undoubtedly longer than hers were, forcing her to move even faster to keep up. Which was proving to be more and more difficult.

But it was less the speed than the lack of accuracy for which she was concerned. Running after him was not the problem. It was the sickening realization that, if she tripped and fell, that didn't necessarily ensure the stop in his momentum.

Petra was almost to the point of speaking up again when quite the reverse happened. She saw far too late as as his entire body lurched forward, unable to catch herself as she too came crashing down onto her stomach as a result. Burying her face in the nook of her elbow, the death trainee echoed the grunt as she skidded a few feet in the dirt just behind him, only very narrowly avoiding toppling directly on top of him (there but for the grace of god/merciful writers.) For a second she just laid there, panting hard, every inch of her body prickling unpleasantly as she stared over her arm at the arrows embedded deep into the wood, realizing how close they'd come to if not death (which was apparently likely, in Rep's case,) than crippling bodily injury.

Sorry Harrison, she almost killed your lover. What you failed to realize was that while Petra might have been in moon at one point, she was a terrible moon hunter. That's why they transferred her to death.

And after all that, he was still clamoring about the snake. Only now, she was adequately unsettled enough to indulge him.

"Yes Rep... it is away."

With a yelp of his own, Jerry quick grabbed a stick, thwacking at the spider on Jason's arm until it went flying. This was followed by several swipes in the air just to be sure.

"W-we're okay! We're okay! Just keep going! Ahaha..." the Sun Hunter panted, smiling weakly as he gripped Jason's hand and pulled him along. "We just have to keep our heads! Alright, repeat after me... 'Aweembawumpa-weembawumpa-weebawumpa- c'mon-"

For once, when Rep cursed, Petra agreed with him. Wholeheartedly, in fact.

Letting her head fall back into the crook of her elbow, the death transfer contented herself to lay there in the wet, decaying leaves of the forest floor, for the moment just letting the burn in her muscles ebb slowly. The hot, damp smell of turned earth and exotic spices could have been a sweet, enjoyable smell, had the circumstances been different; now they just invoked images of poison-tipped arrows and the sensation of fear and sweat trickling along her brow. It was strange. She had been a hunter for a long time now, long enough that the black dye had almost completely grown out white again. She had been on countless missions, so many of them suicidal, so many of them deteriorating into a chaotic battle against hideous monsters. But she was afraid less of those creatures than she was of those forest right now. At least in battle, she had at least an ounce of control over the situation. She had Cain. She knew her enemy. Here she felt helpless, surrounded by potential danger she couldn't see, certainly couldn't ******** feel; as Rep had proved, she couldn't even physically dictate where she went, if push came to shove.

Taking a slow breath, Petra finally looked up as the redhead began to push himself to his feet, forcing her to sit up. She did so with little reluctance, almost resigned to the fact, the death trainee stretching the arm connected to his up to allow him to stand up straight. With her other hand, she ran her fingers through her hair, not even bothering to pick the leaves and dirt from it, merely brushing the damp locks off her forehead and allowing some air to cool her scalp. Midnight blue eyes flicked up to focus on Rep as he continued to talk to her, less angry than she'd actually assumed he'd be as he verified his fear of snakes, and she gave him a mildly apologetic stare, abashed despite the lack of a strong verbal rebuke. In fact, she was a little shocked when she felt the muscles of his arm tense, pulling to help her off her a**, and she struggled momentarily to stand, wincing a bit as she found her footing.

The only warning they got was a sudden loud crack, and the ground beneath Petra's left foot collapsed.

Once again, she found herself on the ground, although this time it was followed by the snapping and scraping of wood as the fake canopy floor collapsed beneath her, a deep pit of murky water revealed below. Scrambling with her free hand as her upper body slammed into the edge of the pit, she cried out in surprise, the sound turning into a series of petrified pants as she continued to slide deeper, the wet leaves providing little purchase. Within moments, she had fallen nearly completely down into the hole, free hand still scrambling to grasp the edge of the pit, feet scraping the muddy side frantically.

Ami was JUST about to break over the top of the pit when she noticed Rin looking up her skirt with this weird expression on her face. Well, maybe it wasn't that weird, but Ami certainly thought ANYONE looking up another person's skirt had a weird face.

As she broached the top and leaned over the pit, arm dangling just so because their hands were cuffed, Ami said, "I told you not to." She shrugged, clearly stating with her body language that she could do this all day.

"No way in hell."

Through trial, tribulation, teamwork, and the ******** power of positivity harnessed through their Power Suits (except Petra,) the hunters and trainees finally came to a small clearing in the jungle. Killzone already had a tent set up and greeted the bedraggled partners with a big smile and thumb's up. "YEAAAH! I knew no jungle would take you ******** down that easily. Clarice is probably gonna be pissed nobody was hospitalized, but we can just blame some Insanity s**t for it, because b***h is kinda twisted and I don't want her mad at me when she comes back."

An almost pensive look crossed the man's face, but quickly faded as if never there. He gestured to a small pile of long canvas bags on the ground, four in total. "These here are your tents, now you'll need to work together getting this s**t up, but it should be a cake walk for you ********, right? I'll get us a good fire going, and by the time the light starts to go, we'll be roasting wienies and eating s'mores in some fine-a** comfort."

There were only four tents.

The man made no move or mention concerning the unbinding of their hands.

It was going to be a long night.

"Yes. Me and Jerry."

The rest of the way to camp was filled with little to no dialogue as Harrison kept them safe from all of the traps and Sasha was busy doing her best 'I am not a raving bunt all the time' impersonation.

By the time they caught up to Killzone, Sasha's mood had soured impressively, and when she took inventory of the tent situation she clenched her teeth so hard that they nearly exploded into dust.

"Great."

No, not really.