Fu curses as the gate opens, fear and elation pumping through his veins. He rolls with it, taking a step forward feeling his mantle roar outward. Dry desert heat pushes back the night. "This is what Summer needs." He says to Terra in an utterly dead voice full of anger. "Either stick close or go find a sovereign and let them know someone went in and we are chasing."
A foot plants his weight then Fu pushes off and starts running to the gate. The barest of a glance to see if Terra follows suit. Spartan's words echoing around his stone skull.