"What?!" Lexx yelled. "Where is she?!" He demanded. His posture changed abruptly going from relaxed to rigid with anger.
"Lexx,..." Chel ventured. It was unnerving to see his mood change so quickly.
"Stealth, tell me where she is." Lexx stood over Stealth, who had dropped into a submissive posture. She did not want to say anything further. It was more than she could handle. Battle was one thing. This was going to be a horrific sequence of events that Stealth wanted nothing to do with. She had told Lexx it was happening. He could find out the rest on his own.
"I'll find her myself." Lexx turned away. He scanned the beach quickly, his jaw clenched and seething anger kept in check. "The rift has every ones' locations."
"What are you going to do, Lexx?" Chel questioned, reaching out instinctively to try to calm him.
"Put an end to this." Lexx replied reaching for a large heavy tree limb that had been discarded on the beach. He swung it once, then hit the sand once. It would do.
