"Let's go," Frey said.
"But we can get information out of him." Elero argued. Her fingernails had broken through the skin of the Tank's neck, and blood spilled down. "And with that we can-"
"Elero, we are here for you," Frey snapped. "Not your revenge, you." He managed to drag her around the destroyed church before she pulled away, muttering under her breath as she climbed up the mountain.
"Did she seem…" Thomas hesitated to say as he caught up with Frey. "More on edge than usual? She has threatened harm, but never death." Frey didn't react. He climbed up the vines, seemingly engrossed in his own thoughts, and vanished into the cavernous entrances overhead. Thomas followed behind, slowly organizing the many thoughts and questions floating in his head. After the three disciples regrouped, hidden under a thick blanket of tangled vines, they lay prone and observed the swamp from their vantage point.
1800 words. I haven't had a chapter this long in a while but I want to progress the story. In case you didn't know, I have a discord server where I am happy to answer any questions, theories, or just talk. Link is in the comments. Also it might be a little longer than usual for the next chapter since this one was so long. Seriously though, the discord is the place to be if you want to discuss my work or any points you want elaborated on, or if you just forgot. I can point you in the right direction.