Rosemary
At some point in time, Vaenyx caught a sudden movement several feet up ahead. His eyesight was incredible, superior to Kallista's when she moved among mortals. As soon as he saw it, his voice filled her head once more. *"There! To the right, moving into the trees,"* He said, pivoting toward the trees swiftly. He moved over the very top of the trees, his underbelly brushing over them, causing them to sway slightly. Then, he began circling. As soon as Kallista heard the Drakon's voice, she focused ahead and broke into a sprint, turning toward the small cluster of trees. 

Kallista had no idea where her target was, but she was determined that he would not leave the area undetected. Above, Vaenyx continued circling, dipping lower to get a better look. His mouth was open, displaying his razor-sharp teeth as he circled. His dark purple reptilian-like eyes were the most visible in the darkness. This was how he assisted in most jobs, observing and alerting, leaving the rest to Kallista. 

Meanwhile, Kallista walked around the start of the trees slowly, a hand on the pommel of her sword. She didn't want this job to be easy, as she was better than that. On alert, she voiced a command to Vaenyx. *"Keep circling if you prefer, but do not tell me where he is. I will find him from here."* She said, temporarily closing the telepathic link so she could focus completely. 

It was quite dangerous to not know where your enemy was, as they could sneak up on you quite easily. Her senses were not attuned as much as she liked, in a mortal form. If a sound was heard, she would most likely hear it. Kallista was prepared.
Edward
In that moment, there was nothing Maelon could imagine as more frightening than a large beast flying overhead, brushing against the trees he was hiding beneath. It was made worse by the darkness - it was difficult for Maelon to tell where the creature was, and what its intentions were. All he could see were those eyes and the glint of the teeth when the moonlight caught them.

The man ducked behind a tree, huddling close to it. Perhaps if he hid long enough there, the creature, which he assumed to be a dragon, would lose interest. 

Luck, however, did not seem to be in Maelon's favor today. He slowly peeked around the tree, trying to keep track of the dragon in the skies. As he did so, he saw Kallista standing in the darkness. Maelon cursed silently, quickly hiding behind the tree once more. He didn't dare run with the beast in the sky. His heart pounded in his chest - he didn't want to get himself into a situation worse than the one he was already in, but he was beginning to feel desperate.

Slowly, his hand went down to his belt and began to pull out his dagger. It was an older dagger, so there was a noise as it was unsheathed, though the man tried to draw it slowly. He cringed at the sound, pausing once the blade was free to listen for if Kallista was coming for him.
Rosemary
It was more difficult for Vaenyx to locate a target if they weren't moving, hence the constant circling. He intended to keep Maelon in the wooded area, more so than actually locating his exact position from what he could see in the sky. That was up to Kallista anyway, and that's how they worked together on most jobs. Occasionally, he would brush up against the trees, his weight causing them to sway once again. 

Meanwhile, Kallista looked at each tree carefully, keeping her steps silent and slow. She didn't unsheath her sword yet, not until she saw him. On her search, she was headed in his direction. When she heard the sound, likely the one of a weapon being unsheathed, she stopped in her tracks. She stared in his direction, her mismatched-colored eyes landing on the large tree. For a few seconds, which may feel like the longest moment to him, everything was silent. 

*"You may stop circling now,"* She said to Vaenyx again, before moving closer to the tree. If Maelon were to turn, he would see her. Vaenyx didn't reply, only acknowledging her command by landing on the tops of the trees. Each foot was supported by a few trees to support his weight, and he craned his neck downward to observe. It was quite a terrifying sight in the dark. 

Once Vaenyx settled, Kallista spoke to Maelon, who was a mere few feet away. "I give you two choices, Maelon Erwood. Would you like to come quietly or shall I drag you back myself?" She said, her tone firm and voice low. She spoke in the Imperial Common, with no accent identifiable. They were reasonable choices, but Kallista had a feeling it would end with the latter. That's how most jobs went.
Edward
Maelon stood as still as he possibly could. *This is a nightmare come true*, he thought. If he had been tired beforehand, he would have almost believed this really was a nightmare. Not only was he unsure of exactly where Kallista was now that he was ducked behind the tree - he could see those foul eyes of Vaenyx in the trees.

The man strained to listen for footsteps, wrestling with the thought of whether or not to attack or run. He did not know this woman, but judging by the fact that the Drakon had not attacked him or her yet, he was almost certain that they were connected somehow. Looking down at the ground, he listened as Kallista spoke to him. She was only feet away, he realized. Gripping the dagger more tightly in his slender fingers, he glanced towards the direction of her voice, not yet daring to peek out from behind the tree. *He had an idea.*

"I do not know who you are, but I can assure you," He stepped to the side around the tree, standing where she could see him, "This is all one big misunderstanding." In his right hand he held his dagger, a simple weapon but no less dangerous than an extravagant one. In the left, he held a brown bottle, with about a quarter of the contents remaining. Being only feet away, he was certain that she could smell the liquor on his breath. Beneath his hood he gave her a flash of a smile. "But I won't let you take me in."

With those final words, he chucked the bottle at her head, and in the same motion turned and started to run. Without looking up to see whether or not the Drakon was following or Kallista, he ran as fast as he could, dashing through the brush and the trees. It was his hope that in the short moment it would take her to react to the bottle being thrown, which would likely have spilled no matter what her reaction was, she would lose sight of him.