Celris stiffened as they drew closer, and as she spotted the trademark bow she hissed, closing her eyes tightly and trying to, desperately, forget whom she saw striding towards her.<br/>Neff nodded and when he spotted the colorations on the Feral he smiled, "Hey, she's colored like me!"<br/>He paused after seeing the HighBreed, but still exuded a friendly atmosphere.<br/>As he reached the waiting pair he slowed, wary of Prometheus' warning.<br/>He fell silent, feeling himself starting to slip, no,<span style="font-style: italic">flee</span>from the well of emotions that had started to threaten his for once, beautifully clear mind.<br/>He'd met one of these before, and hadn't had a good time, from the overwhelming loss and anger tearing at his chest.<br/>Neff grew cautious, and moved towards them with his guard up. "Are you sure these are our targets?"<br/><br/>Oz's head snapped to attention at the word 'target', and drew his halberd, stepping in front of Celris, who hadn't moved an inch since spotting the two interlopers.<br/>He raised his weapon, and called, "What is it you want? Be you hostile, Feral?"<br/>His attention was enthralled with the beast before him. Taller by almost two heads, and thrice as wide, yet this Feral carried a<span style="font-style: italic">bow</span>.<br/>It seemed ridiculous, one paw alone could probably crush Celris' skull, and do a fair amount of damage to his armor.<br/>He brandished his weapon, "We are in sore need of some allies, but we will not hesitate to evade any enemy advances."<br/><br/>Neff had locked his eyes onto the halberd, and felt an icy prick of fear. The unexplained emotion made his hackles raised, and fury followed suit. He kept himself in check, barely.<br/>"As far as I know, we're friends." He glanced at Prometheus.