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Mason's life was over in a flash, the pain of death was one that he hadn't expected to be excruciating after having gone through it before. The last thing mason could remember was Mina shooting him in the head, while that did aggravate him he saw the reasoning behind it. He crawled away from a rift that opened up in the hellish dimension, it spat him out like it was done with him. He scanned his surrounding, finding that he was in the exact same place as before, oddly enough, memories kept ringing in his head. Verona's voice, telling him to find them again, that was what he was going to do for sure. After some long hours of going through passageways he sighed, finally seeing the bridge that had got him to the cave he had first met Mina at. "Sure wish I had a weapon again..." He sighed, realizing his weapon was probably still with his old body or with Verona at least. The soldier continued to push onward though.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw a strange humanoid figure off in the distance, his past knowledge told him not to fal for anything here. Without hesitation he let out a shout of fury, charging at the small human shape calling for help. "Yeah, I have your help right here motherfucker!" He yelled as he ran, driving his boot into the side of its head, a sadistic grin plastered on his face as his boot came down as it fell, mercilessly he began stomping the low life creature. Blood splattered his uniform trousers a dark red, once the pathetic creature stopped moving, Mason went about his business, taking the path he had gone once before. A slight smile was one his face when he saw the saw pit he met the armored hell hounds in, he jumped down and immediately he was pounced by the creatures. "Hey, hey stop. I know.." He said, not used to affection from animals, the hounds seemed happy to see him return to them, as if anticipating his arrival.

With a short farewell he climbed back up to the top, only to feel that familiar touch against his ankle. "No, not yet..." He said before carrying on, hours had passed but he finally made it back to his group. His uniform shirt was tattered badly from the hellhounds inadvertently ripping it to shreds. "Oh..." He looked to see absolutely no one outside anymore, maybe they went in for the night, this wasn't exactly the place ti roam at night. He approached the front door and boldly knocked, hoping someone would answer it.

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