((Oh gosh, Ragnar. You're gonna give the poor little thing a heart attack with that roll. D: ))<br/><br/>Dart felt like his heart might explode out of his chest any second, and as the little bits of 'haze' from the sleep fell completely wore off, he realized that might be the better option of those very few presented before him. With a huge, hulking reptilian creature at LEAST three times his size pinning him down, and a spider...THING waiting on him in the woods, he knew there was really only one outcome, now that he was bound up and helpless to escape. They were going to kill him. It might be by eating him, it might be by the spider-girl biting him and sucking out his JUICY bits, it might be the big reptile crunching him up and gulping down his broken, battered body like a rare steak, or it might be them simply stomping him into nothingness. Whatever the case, he knew he was in deep, deep trouble, and it was not too far-fetched to think of them being two members of an opposing merc group, coming in at the last second to steal their prize out from under them.<br/><br/>The hissing snarl to tell him to 'not worry' only makes his little heart beat faster, and as he is bodily lifted upwards, he begins to squirm with all of his might, jerking and writhing in the big reptile's grip, muffled "MMMMMMMFFFFFFS!!" working their way around his rope binding. However hard he squirmed, though, bound up in rope and weaponless, there was no way for him to escape Thygor's grasp, and if those squirms do anything, it is simply to further show just how weak and meaningless his struggles are as a whole.<br/><br/>The situation only darkens further when Thygor uncerimoniously carries him into the midst of his group, allowing the little Fennec to get a good look at everything he was up against. A human, a SNAKE AND A SPIDER....another human girl, and of course, Thygor himself. Great. As if having ONE of the things he was scared of present was not enough, there had to be another. No, there was actually...well, okay, right now, there was a whole group of things he was scared of. Thrashing and kicking violently atop Thygor's shoulder, the creature's thick, fluffy tail continually bashes against his reptilian cheek, a mild annoyance, obviously "Mmf! MM!! MMMM!! MMMFFFF!!!"<br/><br/>He wished, with all his might, that the rope gag in his mouth was gone. At least then he could beg for his life. Beg them not to eat him, make up some story about his half-dozen kids at home, sell out his mother, WHATEVER it took to make them let him go.<br/><br/>"Oh! How cute!" Chrysanthemum chimes in, smiling at the little, terrified creature. It, of course, didn't lessen his panic any, but she'd always been a little overly kind...especially when their 'foes' couldn't hurt her, or other members of her group.