[ Spike's anxious when he arrives at Sector 5, antsy and restless. Part of it is excitement at seeing Tyki again, blended with just as much apprehension at what's about to transpire and then there's the announcement this morning. Sector six, gone. One and five to follow, five that he's currently crossing into, senses on high alert. How long do they have? Hours? Until sunup?
The bottle is what draws his attention to Tyki's location, the thick coppery scent of blood practically punching him in the gut with hunger. It takes effort to not slip subconsciously into game face as he rounds the headstone, his own bottle tightly gripped. ]