"This is kind of burr."
Drok'ti pulled Strife out and started to dust the snow off her. She looked over at Lynx and got a devious thought. She picked up a clump of snow and threw it as hard as she could. Lynx lifted her arm and blocked it effortlessly. Strife laughed and threw one at Drok'ti. It hit him in the back of his head and he roared at her. She frowned and sighed.
She looked at Drok'ti and noticed he was slightly hunched over as if he were about to attack. Lynx was looking at him like he was an idiot. She held her hand out and Strife saw a flame-like substance float towards Drok'ti. As soon as it made contact with his chest it enveloped him and then sunk into his skin. He had been ready to let out a roar, but Strife had a feeling he wasn't so inclined to do that now.
"What did you do to me demon girl?"
"Yautja's get weak in the cold. I know that, so I did a little bit of magic and now cold wont effect you."
"We don't get weak in the cold."
Lynx held up her hand with her palm facing Drok'ti and closed her eyes.
"Sorry, my mistake, you get weaker than you already are."
Drok'ti roared at her and stomped a foot on the ground. Strife rolled her eyes and meandered off elsewhere while Drok'ti made an attempt to stare down Lynx. Strife was getting exceedingly weary of the ongoing dispute between them. She still didn't know exactly how it all had been started. She couldn't see a happy end to it either. Drok'ti could be a real butthead and Lynx had that stupid demon stubbornness. Strife stopped in her tracks and frowned. That wasn't right. She looked back at the two people she cared most about in the world. She had disappointed herself by thinking those things about them. It was way out of left field and made her uncomfortable.
It seemed to her that her feelings weren't under her control. She was getting agitated even though that rarely happened. She sat own on an ice covered rock and closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and could feel a faint vibration. Something in the rock was emitting a negative force. She opened her eyes and jumped up off the rock. She looked at it like it could attack her at any moment. She shuffled backwards, still watching the rock, and made her way over to Lynx and Drok'ti who luckily hadn't begun to rip each other apart as of yet. It was on the verge though.
"Hey. . .wait!"
She hobbled over awkwardly, trying to get to them fast, but still keeping an eye on that rock. She stopped in the middle of them and put her hands on Drok'ti's chest.
"We need to go."
"Why?"
"This place has bad vibrations, that's why you're both so angry."
"I'm angry that this freakish abomination is still alive after going to Lau'thalus uninvited and kidnapped us."
"Oh yeah, because I only saved your wretched life."
Drok'ti pushed Strife aside with ease. She didn't like being so small sometimes. She tried to distract him with one of her wings. She flapped it in his face for a moment before he stepped out of range and started circling Lynx.
"Don't interfere Strife. I have to rid us of the demon girl before she gets us killed. She has to die."
"Don't!"
Lynx dove for Drok'ti's legs and knocked him down with ease. He tried to get back up, but she put a foot under his chin and forced his head to be arched back unnaturally. Strife tried to pull Lynx away, but she wouldn't budge. At least Lynx didn't try to throw her off, she knew that would be bad for her.
"Damnit you two! You fucking suck! I hope you do kill each other!"
Strife was about to take off and fly as far away from them as she could get when she heard a roar and had to look back. The scenery had changed from snow to tropical and Drok'ti was no longer being held down by Lynx. He was standing at the ready to attack, but lynx was nowhere to be seen. Strife frowned.
A moment later she heard a roar coming through the trees.
"Fuck you Drok'ti! You're on your own now!"
It stopped almost as soon as it started, but Strife had recognized Lynx' voice. That was a cool trick. Srife looked over at Drok'ti and folded her arms over her chest.
"Happy now? We don't know where we are, and Lynx is gone. Good job."
Something big and black fell on Drok'ti's head a moment later and knocked him out cold. Strife trotted over and realized what it was. Drok'ti's trophy bag. She opened it up and started rummaging through it, completely ignoring Drok'ti. Drok'ti's armor was in there along with all his weapons, Strife's kict-pa and her goggles were in there as well.
"Thanks Lynx!"
She put on her kict-pa and sat there for a moment. She got bored again and rummaged through the bag some more. Her hand touched something small and square. She put her hand around it and pulled it out. It was her electronic notepad. She smiled and opened it up. She looked through it for at least 20 minutes. She looked over at Drok'ti, he was still lying there completely still. He had been stirring on a couple occasions, but then nothing had happened.
An hour later Strife was so immersed in what she was doing that when Drok'ti sat up she nearly screamed. After a moment of fumbling around trying to regain a good hold on her notepad, she grabbed it and closed it. She glared at Drok'ti and sighed audibly.
"Finally. Took you long enough to wake up."
"What happened?"
"Your trophy bag fell on your head and knocked you out."
"My trophy bag? What was in it?"
"All our important stuff."
"That doesn't mean much coming from you."
Strife glared at Drok'ti for a few moments. He finished putting his mask on and looked at Strife.
"What's your problem?"
Strife roared and threw her notepad at his face as hard as she could. It glanced off the side of his mask, hit a rock and shattered.
"You're a butt hole!"
Strife spread her wings and took off towards the sun so Drok'ti would lose sight of her quickly. She was going to give him some time to pull his head out of his ass while she went to look for Lynx. She had a feeling Lynx wouldn't really abandon them.
