... What's this now? Predaking? Carrying? Oh no. Pit, NO!
Darksteel was so out of there. He was not sticking around. There was no way he was about to post pone his plans to pick up the slack while the King and Queen were preparing for a new arrival. There was just. No. Slagging. Way. He'd wanted this for too long.
Maybe it was high time Skylynx and Othello started pulling their weight.
Later hatez.












