The words are met with a hushed scoff, soft and low lest some being or other decide to take them on unawares. The trees lie close together, branches tangling up in one another’s foliage with each step they take farther into the depths of the forest. A particularly gnarled limb catches at the collar of his leather coat and the pirate balks, curse words mumbled under his breath as brows furrow into a frown.
A trip as black boots catch on unkempt roots and fingers reach out, clasping the knight’s shoulder in an effort to steady himself. A crack! echoes around them and Hook quirks a brow, curved steel at the ready as free hand moves to rest upon the hilt of his blade. They’ve been caught in a few traps before … and he will be damned before he fails without a fight. Teeth rake across his bottom lip as he turns blue eyes to gaze into their own reflections before rolling them skywards, gaze quickly flitting to the side as another crack sounds through the trees. “Aye … and that’s what I’m bloody afraid of.” A sidestep away from another grabby tree root as he fixes Guy with a stare, curved steel gesturing around them for emphasis. “Deep pits, ambushes, arrows … we’ve had our fair share, love. We’d be daft to let our guard down now.”
