<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Leto</span></span><br/><br/>Leto's plan was definitely not working out as well as she had planned. Not only did Lilith not care about the rock, but she both kicked it away and then threatened her again. Well, there went that, but it made no difference, she decided she would show herself and be a good girl, and be straight with her, and do what she planned to do and not what Lilith assumed would occur<br/><br/>Leto walked over to Lilith, and then placed her hand upon the Siren's shoulder, and suddenly, it felt as if someone had cleared up the atmosphere, making the feeling around then lighten, and their minds become cloudless and clear again, as if they had finally gotten over a terrible cold, and right in front of the woman. She knew that the odds of her being able to remove her bow and firing rapidly before Lilith could fill her with eighty-million SMG bullets was astronomically impossible, plus, it had been quite a few years since she had been in this canyon, so she knew not of any dangers present, so keeping a weapon was a must.<br/><br/>She just appeared as if she teleported into the scene from an alternate reality. Her featureless orbs of pure white staring into Lilith's in a hypnotized stare down, she then took ten steps backwards, and stood above her bow and arrows, picked them up, walked over a few feet away from their original placement and then sat them down again, walking back to her previous spot.<br/><br/>And she finally spoke: â€œDo not shoot, I beg of you. I apologize deeply for frightening and angering you greatly. I did not mean to for I was only attempting to get your attention. I did that well enough by just existing, but it seemed that I would only get your full attention through 'pretend' violence. So the firing of the arrows started. I apologize for that as well. My aim is deadly accurate; if I were to actually be attempting to hit you, you would already be dead, but I assure you, I mean you no malicious intent. I wish to bring you somewhere. As you see, my weapon is a bit more primitive than yours, and harder to remove from my body and fire upon you this close of range, plus, I have not been in this canyon for over 20 years, so keeping my bow on me is a necessity. So, if you will please, come with me, I would like to show you something...â€<br/><br/>She then blinked slowly and walked away, turning her back to Lilith. In Lampad culture, turning one's back to a potential threat is the greatest sign of respect and trust because of the fact that the enemy has the possibility to kill them, so, with the turning of her back, she had become vulnerable and giving Lilith the trust that she will not shoot her, because, when you're faced by someone with a large, scary gun, you tend to want to keep an eye on them so they don't decide to shoot you, yes?<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Roland</span></span><br/><br/>Roland just stared at the small girl that was now sitting beside him, lounging on the dusty couch. Now that the sense of emergency had gone from the atmosphere, he could now more closely analyze the girl. She was small, that much was obvious. He could still see the blood dotting her face, and yet he wondered: What had happened? And why was she panicky and anxious to leave the scene.<br/><br/>He stared at her for a while longer, and then finally had to ask: â€œWho in the world did that to you?â€ The only reason he had to leave was the Crimson Lance were following him, but maybe they weren't after him, but her. Honestly, that was a pretty logical assumption, but he couldn't be too sure since the only thing that externally visible of their bandit camp was a narrow alleyway, so he could never be too sure.<br/><br/>He then decided to be a better person and help her with cleaning out her clothes and wounds because that a simple, dirty cloth is most definitely not going to suffice with successfully heal the gash in her shoulder. He then quickly stood up, held out a hand for her to take. â€œYou, m'dear, need to have those wounds taken care of...â€ He suggested with a smile, waiting for her to take his hand.<br/><br/>He knew she wouldn't refuse it. From what he had observed of her, she's mighty passive, and much too kind to even act anything close to rude, plus, any normal human would like pain in large wounds to stop; dying of infection was not in Roland's Top Five Ways to Die.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Mordeai</span></span><br/><br/>Mordecai sighed at the girl's obvious aggression. She simply oozed fury, and any other time he wouldn't mind, but this was a bit ridiculous. Yes, he was forcing himself onto her, and making her lead the way to a place that she was probably not planning on even going to, but seriously, you should forgive and forget, but apparently it wasn't in her nature, and he didn't care. He wanted to get home, or at the very least, go somewhere  where he can find his way to another region where Spiderants are common.<br/><br/>He looked around for Bloodwing, and then spotted him in the distance behind them, feasting upon a personally killed Skag, he scoffed, at the smirked. He guessed that he had forgotten to feed the poor bird, that didn't stop the Trash Feeder from finding its own food. What a smart bird, and that was a good thing since if wasn't, the bird would have that little Skag dead and dismembered, and since apparently the girl was fond of the pup, having it dead would most definitely not be a good thing; a woman's wrath was not something he wanted to deal with.<br/><br/>He then heard what she was saying and rolled his eyes; she didn't have to treat him like he was seven. It wasn't like he was some lost child that couldn't his mommy in the supermarket, he was a highly trained sharpshooter slash hunter that couldn't find his way in an enormous and perceptively endless desert. Like he said, she just simply oozed anger and frustration, 100 percent of it directed toward him.<br/><br/>He also noticed that Tsura had gotten sick by the mere sight of the Skag being torn apart by Bloodwing. That made him snicker a bit; slaughtered animals was something he found interesting to watch and stare at, but something he also did for a living, so when he bird killed it, he found it cool. He decided to have fun with her disgust.<br/><br/>â€œSo, I see you don't like the sight of either blood, or poor animals being killed and then dismembered, huh?â€ He teased, having mock curiosity. â€œI'm sorry that the sight of a poor little Skag being slaughtered right before your eyes wasn't a nice thing to see, I am.â€ He said it all with sarcastic care; he didn't give a shit. If this girl was going to deal with him, he'd have to deal him at his worst. That was when he was the most fun, or annoying. Whichever kind of person you were, and she just so happened to be the kind that would hit him for being a dick, but he found that all the more funny.<br/><br/>He smiled in anticipation for her angry response.