Alma winced, shaking her head lightly at the sound of scuffling and the shouts of brief pain. Her free hand lifted up to her forehead before she sighed. One day, he would learn that he was alive and not still dead and that actions came with consequences. Still, as Callisto went running out into the fray, Alma trailed after him.
She leapt loosely over the ruins, spotting the winged form of the man first and then... the figure of a woman below.
She seemed... rather irate instead of terrified. Which, good for her. Alma wasn't sure she could say the same if some mountain of a man came barreling down and all but trucked her. Whatever it was, the woman was angry.
Finn startled and, with wide rusty red eyes, looked toward Lily as if to ask silently what they should do. Luckily, she answered that question by gripping his shirt and dragged him along. Finn kept pace, helping her navigate a bit before coming around to look at the spectacle. His head tilted, nose scrunching upward as he looked at the woman. "That's it?"
Xevon, in the meantime, was not phased, not amused and silent. His blood red eyes focused on the woman, chest heaving a few breaths before he scowled. The expression had a few of his teeth bared as he leaned forward.
"If you're insisting that we die, it may be within your best interest to know we already have," his hand gripped the woman's collar and brought her to her feet with ease. "Now, who are you and what is this place?" He gestured around them but kept his hold on her collar. "You'll forgive us, since we are... passing through on our way from the clutches of Veles--"
"Ugh, do you have to be poetic now?" Finn complained, putting his hand against his face. "Look, we just got rid of Veles because he was the biggest prick around. We ended up here, wherever here is, and we're trying to get back home. To earth. Can you help us?"
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