Erebus came down the hill pretty annoyed, and weak, he was bandaged up, but two doctors were scrambling after him. He held his hand up flipping them off and made a continue down to town. He failed the turning point in his life just like everything else and noticeable discomfort was present in his figure. He wanted to just scream and burn that whole place down to the very ash which he could step on.
He would end up getting the old lady, followed only by the biggest baddest mother fucker in the competition his second round. Bunch of bs, if he had to be honest.
The boy kicked a rock as he came into the village streets and prepared to head out of town. Unless stopped, his plan was to go home. Eat some dinner and sleep. He felt worse than usual and the slightest thing was ready to set him off. Of course, it all depended on what and where really.
"I hate tournaments."