Celris darted out of the cave, followed by Osbourne as they moved, alarmed and fueled by adrenaline.<br/>Neff scrambled after them, brushing his head against the ceiling as he moved, eyes wide, "W-What's going on?"<br/>Celris glanced back at him, "Shut up and run faster!"<br/>The vision of the Feral's snarling face, and those words, made him freeze, doe-eyed. "Ssss..." He rubbed his temples as the other Feral made a noise of disgust and anger.<br/>"No no no..." He shook his head once and continued running, sprinting, really, in an effort to escape the cave.<br/>Osbourne, too, shook his head but this was due to a sudden, sharp increase in static, painful, and reverberating around in his head. He staggered outside, forgetting for an instant that he had no wings, and thus unused to the imbalance of weight.<br/>"Prometheus, what<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>that?! Does the HighBreed know?!" Neff panted.<br/>Oz took a few seconds to respond, "No, there are many of my kind, we vary in many ways. I know of basic traps, but not any of this size."<br/>Celris slammed into the HighBreed's back in her panic to escape and they tumbled to the ground.