Alyxander paid very close attention to what was being said. He didn't know the language of the orcs immensely, but could pick out enough words to understand what was going on. They were deciding whether to continue and scout ahead, or to regroup early with the main army. They seemed about to head off, convinced there was no one nearby and no point in sticking around. That was, until the hiss of one of the sabor-toothed steeds rose into the air. Alyx looked down, realizing John had stuck the beast instead of staying out of its reach. 'He's going to get us both killed.'<br/><br/>The small group was in confusion and on very high alert. If they decided to scout around, no doubt Johnathan would be in trouble. Even the two of them couldn't take on more than one or two orcs, even working together. The boy looked around, trying to find something to do to distract them and throw them off track... perhaps lead them away. But being up in the tree as he was wasn't doing him any good. Breaking off a branch would attract their attention, shooting off one of his arrows would waste the weapons he had. Lucky for the two boys, something moved on the other side of the trail, scampering off in the other direction. This led the group off, but Alyx didn't move from his spot until the snorts, calls and footsteps of the orcs were silenced from distance.<br/><br/>Once the danger had passed and the enemies were out of sight, Alyxander jumped down, landing easily on his feet. "You shouldn't have done that. If that animal had attacked you because you hit it, we both would have been dead." He scolded slightly, glancing around and keeping his voice low. He didn't know if anyone else might still be nearby. "We have to move on, lest we find ourselves in even more danger."