"If you don't bring him back, bring back whatever plan he cooked up in that brain of his." Nicote tells him, stabbing a flying creature. "Because whatever it is wil lprobably work."

Axel took a heavy step towards the small creatures, all while maintaining eye contact. "...."
Keep running, or I'll make you run.

(sorry about my unresponsiveness. Rest assured I'll be up until 3am tonight, I spent all morning cracking a frp lock on a tablet I scrounge out of the pits of- don't-touch-your-not-allowed-to-have. and must I just add, shriekfang sounds like the perfect name for a httyd dragon. Would you mind giving me a brief catchup tho?)


At some point Reuvan decided he'd flown far enough. He was still in the forest, it seemed to be endless, but he figured that the strangers probably wouldn't try to follow him. And still, he couldn't find a spot without that infernal vine canopy, it made to hard to get back up in the air once he landed if there wasn't a large hole in it.

He tucked his wings in and landed on one, it caught his like a net, absorbing the impact perfectly (unlike last time, were he'd just been falling so fast he couldn't even think.) The harpy pulled back a vine with his hand and dropped through the hole, still dangling by the vine he just pulled (which most definitely hurt his shoulder) He let go and opened his wings just before hitting the ground, his ankles only twinging a little bit. Damn, maybe he should have stayed in the air, being on the ground like this made him claustrophobic.

I am magic!

Reuvan grit his teeth. It was true, that he probably was in danger by being around the others. He might not have been very nice about it, but it was a justified reaction in his opinion. His shirt sleeve was soaked from the ice melting, and he looked at his hand hopelessly. Get home without magic? Was that even possible? He had froze his shoulder earlier without any repercussions, but maybe he had just been lucky? Could he really risk using magic knowing that it might kill him? That brought him back to the source of the problem, why? Why was this world so....scratched up? Maybe it was supposed to be like this? The harpy shook his head. No, it clearly had some kind of magic, and Reuvan was pretty sure that it's magic wasn't supposed to be so choppy. No magic should have been so broken.

"Yes," Trevor said, gritting his teeth because of his pain. "That would be Dr. Xenon. Sorry about him fleeing."

(Are the Shriekfangs still here? I didn't miss much, right?)

"Take the annoying guy." Nicote suggested.