With the sun rising up over the horizon, Magnus woke from his slumber within a tall oak tree, only several feet from where their meeting took place the day prior. Rubbing his eyes, his red eye was completely black, accompanied by the blindness he was feeling at the moment. "Stupid machines...never get anything right." he muttered, tapping his eye until the red light flickered on once again and he could see. "...better."
Looking around at the ground below him, he noticed that the remainder of his former companions have either scattered themselves throughout the woods, or simply left altogether. As much as he despised talking to them, he still had some business with the lot of them. Holding onto the branch that he rested upon with his one and only good arm, he swung down from it and landed on the ground with a thud and a sound resembling a small explosion. Lifting up his cloak to check on his mechanical right leg, he poked it as it smoked. "Christ they did a bad job..." he grumbled.
~*~In the end, the only one you can rely on is yourself.~*~