( Yes, the defence Soul is uniquely qualified to teleport them to an unknown kingdom. But, in this, he trusts Red Wine. They've been together for almost as long as Steak has been summoned into existence, fighting things far worse than this beast. He hardly blinks when Red Wine leaps onto its back, merely grits his teeth and prepares to strike should this plan go wrong.
(He's loath to admit it, but Red Wine's plans rarely do, and his ability to get behind enemies complements Steak's head-on style perfectly. Just another reason they can never truly leave each other, isn't it?)
The blood hits him quite squarely in the chest, spraying his face as he sheathes his swords once more, and Steak can only grimace and wipe the droplets from his eyes before glaring at Red Wine for that. )
Nor I. ( The admission is huffed out, though surely Red Wine knows that much. Steak will never say it, never need to, but Red Wine has been around far longer than he has and knows far more of Steak's existence than Steak knows of his. ) What is this place?
( For once, he feels no compulsion to avoid admitting that he has no idea where they are, if only because he knows Red Wine is as hopelessly lost here. )
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(He's loath to admit it, but Red Wine's plans rarely do, and his ability to get behind enemies complements Steak's head-on style perfectly. Just another reason they can never truly leave each other, isn't it?)
The blood hits him quite squarely in the chest, spraying his face as he sheathes his swords once more, and Steak can only grimace and wipe the droplets from his eyes before glaring at Red Wine for that. )
Nor I. ( The admission is huffed out, though surely Red Wine knows that much. Steak will never say it, never need to, but Red Wine has been around far longer than he has and knows far more of Steak's existence than Steak knows of his. ) What is this place?
( For once, he feels no compulsion to avoid admitting that he has no idea where they are, if only because he knows Red Wine is as hopelessly lost here. )