<blockquote><div><cite>Nubias wrote:</cite>(( Sorry I've been busy with Midterms ))<br/><br/>Nero swung around, pivoting on his heel as he easily avoided the leap the Drone made for Kree. Not mere seconds after he did so, a spear came hurtling down and stuck fast into the soft soil.<br/>"What the hell?" Nero said, a bit startled by the surprise attack. He looked in what he thought was the direction it was thrown from in hopes of seeing its owner. When he saw no one he took to the skies with Kree on his shoulder to get a better look. Also to tactfully avoid the Drone who wasn't really worth his time. Things were quickly proving to become more troublesome than before. He felt uneasy. Something wasn't right about this situation at all. A lone drone and now an attack with a spear. Only beastials and elves carried spears, but the beastial lands were far off and the spear that was thrown looked more unrefined and primitive compared to an elven one.<br/>"Show yourself!" Nero called out. "Or I'll flush you out myself."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Hah! The little<span style="font-style: italic">insect</span>has not the balls to come looking for me!" Lianth called out, not yet reveal himself, keeping low and in the brush, letting the dense tree cover shield himself. It was just a barb to try and get Nero to do something stupid - had Lianth wings and were in Nero's position he'd have done just the same. "It's an awfully bad game you're playing here, bug-boy!"<br/><br/>"You're messing with invaders from another dimension! It's a big big gamble! Only so long before someone throws such a curveball that you'll be so blindsided you die!"<br/><br/>"So!" he concluded, before favoring a thick, gravelly tone. "<span style="font-style: italic">Feelin' lucky, punk</span>?"