The demon straightened as he stood, his vision set on the floating island that was now closer than before. He heard Callum speak. "You would be good at sports."

"I do not know these 'sports' of which you speak," Bellua replied, chest expanding and contracting with each breath. He was not much for words, rather letting his actions do the talking. He stepped away from a patch of grass and surveyed the area, looking for signs of his prey or any targets that posed a hindrance to his plans. Callum, for the most part, was simply a tag-along; a minuscule inconvenience with which he could deal for now. Chances are that the Void Walker would have to silence him if things weren't running smoothly. Of all the things Bellua had become, the word 'expedient' came to mind.

"This was not what I was expecting," Callum stated. Bellua had noticed his injuries and, while it could be detrimental to a normal being, it was nothing to one such as he. Forgoing the situation, he started walking again. Callum spoke again. "At least, it seems to be nicer than where we just were. Umm, you first, I guess."

"No," the demon replied, stopping in a clearing a few yards away. "We rest for now."

[i]Chances are that my task lies not too far away,[/i] he thought.