"Do you know how it feels to hunt?" Mr Nigel took a step back, careful not to go within the protective range of the boulder.
Raph couldn't understand why this crazed man would ask him that kind of question. He is no hunter nor is he a predator. If he would count hunting raccoons who had the habit of visiting his trash bags back at his home, then he could say yes.
Taking a different look at Mr Nigel, he could tell he wasn't kidding when he said those words.
Pushing behind Chantel, he reached into his pants, definitely he had kept a pocket knife there for times of need. Surely, this is a time of need.
Chantel slapped his hand, pulling his arm out of his pants. She had understood what he wanted to do, and quite frankly that was a dangerous move on someone they had no knowledge of his ability.
"Why the hell would you do that?!" He hissed, careful to keep his gaze on Mr Nigel always.
Chantel shook her head, she couldn't spill out what he had planned on doing. There was a seething aura she could feel from Mr Nigel, and judging from that, the wavelength differed in some parts of his body.
The one closest to his ear had suddenly been activated–he was trying to listen in on their discussion. She didn't know how he could do that, as the only method she had seen possible was if there was some sort of bugging device on them.
"Listen to me." She said through gritted teeth. If they were going to survive this ordeal, she realised she was the safest bet; Raph method would be too irrational for their current state.
Mr Nigel could have sworn he saw him reach into his pocket to get something–probably a weapon to attack him with. Preparing himself, he put back his arm behind him as his nails grew into long claws.
If he was going to look like a threat, he might as well entertain them with his skill as one.
His preparation was cut short with the words he heard Chantel whisper into her counterpart ear.
'A friend? She regards me as a friend?' He tilted his head, unsure if he heard correctly. Slowly he loosened up his guard, his nails receding to its original form.
He had noticed it was only in this cave could he willingly control his form without necessarily needing a full moon and this he planned to take to his advantage. For no reason could he get caught by these pesky humans or else he would be the artifact they would search and carry an experiment on.
He needed to think rationally, the weltic runestone would be his anyways. The humans had no idea what sort of power it possessed.
When he was back in his world, he had heard tales of the weltic runestone's power and the cave where it resided, but it had been regarded as a myth. Everyone would gather around a campfire to watch as the elder make dramatic effect about story.
A group of some females would conjure up a pigment of how the runestone looked like to the pack. They would stare in amazement at how beautiful and majestic it looked.
He had found a knowledge which could lead him to the said artifact and he gladly spread the news to the pack.
But his words only seemed to spur the alpha's anger as he considered his power the greatest and convinced everyone it was merely a myth.
After his defection, he had sought to find that power, but in turn that led to his banishment.
"Lets see where this portal takes you and your little minions to. If you can make it back, do tell us if you find that precious gem." They had laughed, kicking him in without as much as a pitiful glance.
"If..." The other laughed, wrapping his arm around the shoulder of the other, as he wiped out tears from his eyes.
With that one action, he and the others were left for dead in the cave he and the others stood right now.
He would never forget that day he was banished, neither could he forget the mocking words of those goddamned omegas.
The words of the lame female as she gasped for air. "F... find... a... a... f... frien..." She couldn't continue anymore, her breathing was strained and she stopped midway.
Leaning lower, he took a sniff of her lips.
It turned out she had been poisoned and chained to him as a dead weight.
"I will get back and show them who has the greater power." He growled, clenching his fist.
Raph and Chantel's attention was drawn to what nonsense he blurted out in a daze.
He was shaking in rage, a rage directed at no one in particular. His eyes raged with untold bloodlust.
'What is he thinking?!' Raph pushed Chantel further back behind him.
Surely they couldn't face him. If he was appreciate about something, it was definitely Chantel.
It might seem to the others that he had taken a good hold of the situation, being able to manuever himself through the dangerous cave; but all this couldn't be possible if he had not approached and befriended Chantel.
Finally he got to see how his resolution was coming to a fulfillment. Her thoughtful words were what he just needed. When she had spoken about randomly calling Mr Nigel their friend, although her eyes told a different story–stay calm and don't argue.
Surely he couldn't have gotten away with it if he brought out his pocket knife. It would have been like poking a dog in a cage whose hinges were about to break apart.
Pulling on his hand to get his attention, Chantel pointed upwards. The very thing that could be their way out of this madness. She didn't dare speak but hoped he could get what she meant.
The less they talked the better chances they had against Mr Nigel. His absentminded demeanor would be a great distraction they needed.