The ground beneath our feet quickly turned into mush as the torrential rain poured down from above us. And to think that things wouldn't get any worse, the gods just had to piss on us from way on high with this natural disadvantage on my fvcking element!
Okay, think... I didn't have the Wesen to spare to keep my flames alight amid this fvcking downpour. Maybe for a second or so, but after that, the rain would extinguish it without me pouring more Wesen to keep it from dying out. By taking the side route, I had hoped to get away from this French fvck's effective range, but it seemed like I just made it harder for ourselves at every turn we took, and more branches greeted us like it was my goddamn birthday.
"Stick close!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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