One of the soldiers laughed at their new prisoner, "Oh that is not what we are here for, trust me." He snickered. Lio shoved the solider's shoulder. A fierce glare, or what one could see with only his eyes and brows, was playing on his features. He wasn't here to play games with their prisoners. That's not the only part of their mission here. "Hurry up and stop wasting time." He snapped once more. He was the only one not shoving the barrel of his gun in the strangers face.

Finally one of his crew members listened, but of course, not without throwing insults at the trembling stranger. "Worthless Brit!" He hissed as he began tying a rope around the strangers wrists, then his ankles. Two of the soldiers then yanked the male up, rather harshly. Lio turned on his heel and headed back towards the woods. The tall male had made it pretty far, until he heard the soldiers struggling and begin bickering with one another because they couldn't carry their new prisoner. It wasn't like the prisoner could move very fast, with their ankles tied together. Lio clenched his jaw, muttering a string of curses under his breath. These soldiers would be the death of him one of these days. They were useless.

Lio whipped back around, his steps heavy and thunderous. He was growing more and more annoyed. At some point he would probably blow up on one of them. That always seemed to happen though. By no mean would it be a new occurrence in their crew. They held the stranger up in a standing position, so Lio simply sweeped the stranger over his broad shoulders like damn rag doll. With one hand he held onto their legs and the other hand remained on the heavy rifle. With that he turned back towards the woods. They needed to finishing clearly the area before they could report back to their Chief. Lio didn't seem the slightest affected by the weight over his shoulder. This was quite literally something they trained for. Long strenuous hours of carrying pack over 80 pounds on their back, while they marched through harsh lands.

The four men trek through the forest. For this forest being on the coast line of a beach, it sure was thick with overgrowth. They walked far enough to where they reached an open field, with a small building. Hunkering down, Lio slipped the man off of him and sat him up against a tree. His piercing grey eyes scanned the area. He was just about to send one of the men to sweep the building, until he saw a few men walk out of the forest. Instinctively, Lio clamped a leather clad hand over the prisoner's mouth. The last thing they needed was the stranger to catch their attention.

Lio watched as a trio of men walked towards the small building. All three held a gun of some sort in their hands. The other men had finally quieted down, as they were quickly seeing the situation at hand turn serious. The trio walked into the building. Thats when Lio sent a signal for the men to zero in on them. They seemed hesitant but pushed forward. Their bodies low, as they scanned around but kept their eyes on the building at the same time.

Lio was watching silently as the three made their way to the hut. That was until he heard grumbling from their captive, he turned his glare towards the stranger. One didn't have to see his full face to know he was pissed. He didn't move his hand, he didn't trust this stranger. Why would he? This was their enemy. He was lucky he was even alive, but seeing as he didn't seem very threatening, they didn't need to kill him.

Seeing as he couldn't make a sound either, as he didn't want to alert those inside the hut, he did something else. Leaning his rifle up against his muscular leg, he pulled a pocket knife out, he pressed the dull end towards their neck. Showing them they weren't messing around. He narrowed his eyes at them. Content with his very clear warning, he pulled the knife, but kept his hand clamped over their mouth.

Suddenly, gun shots could be heard. Multiple. He quickly shoved the knife back in his pocket and grabbed a hold of his rifle with his free hand. Aiming it towards the hut. A part of him expected the enemies to walk out of the hut, with their bright red uniforms. Unfortunately, for him his crew walked back out and sent a hand signal towards him. Turning towards the captive he swung him once more over his shoulder, then began jogging through the field.

The sudden change in their captive's attitude threw Lio of slightly. This stranger wasn't going to make this any easier. He was beginning to lose his patience. He slowed his jog, as the male began basically thrashing over his shoulder. Feeling the measly kicks from the male, he narrowed his eyes. Their captive was inches away from the jewels spot. Now, Lio was seconds from losing his calmness. Lio wasn't like the others in many ways. He didn't feel the need to threaten their captives like the others did just moments ago. He simply moved them from location to location without so much as a word uttered to them.

Lio did the next best thing he really could do. Gripping the males legs, he swung the male off his shoulder. Letting them hit the hard ground on their back. Standing over them, he glared down at them. "Must I knock you out?" He questioned, his voice held much authority. His eyes narrowed, waiting for the captive to curse him out, or even wiggle around some more. If they were going to be difficult, he would simply leave them behind with one of the soldiers, so he could do his job in peace. From the looks of it he had much land to clear.

A part of Lio wanted to cringe, but he repressed it. He had to keep his tough act up, which was fairly easy. People got intimidated by him with simply looking his direction for a second. Lio wasn't one to torture their captives like most others on his side. He simply did his job, which was kill or be killed. Torturing was not in his to do list. He left that up to the others who found some sick joy in it.

Seeing as he was technically the leader of his small crew here, he had to keep his image up. He couldn't let some captive walk all over him, especially not in front of his soldiers. He had got this far, he wasn't going to let his hard work go to waste. The other soldiers looked excited for this beat down. They began their insults right up, some even kicking at the captives sides. One even spitting on him while cursing. Lio looked away and towards his soldiers, "Enough!" He snapped. The soldiers stopped. Lio pointed to one and motioned towards the captive laying on the ground. "Stay back and watch him." He ordered, to which they nodded. Glancing back down at the male on the ground, "Be my guest." His tone fierce, as he stepped over them and headed further into the thick forest.