Kitten leaned his head to the side, glaring<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>discomfortingly at the gaurd that had approached him, but remained silent.  Inwardly, he knew he wouldn't have been much help if this scene exploded into violence.  Any fighting he knew how to do, was trained specifically to compliment and support Sherra if she ever needed assistance- his strength in fighting was that he moved as one with Sherra.  Without her, he would simply be a clumsy, frail human swinging around a blade or shooting off rounds.  Though he kept a very convincingly stern face, he hoped Dreamer's story would buy them off.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Sherra frowned.  It hadn't been very long, but she was still nervous.  She looked down towards Feldana, gave a short smile, and patted her gently on the head.<br/>"Don't worry," she said, more to herself than to Feldana.  "They'll be back sooner than we know it."<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Karogen stared blankly into the darkness...  "H-how long has it been since they've given you water?"  He shook his head.  If what that gaurd had said was true... if a rescue was coming, he seriously hoped the old man could be freed as well- get some physical and mental treatment, what-not.  The guy had been through hell.  He at least deserved to see sunlight once more.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>Marice grinned.  "Well, looks like the badguys are getting further and further away, to me.  I think we're winning... not sure though, I'm not really experienced in this kind of stuff, First Sergeant~! Hey, umn, after the fight and all, can I have him?"  She said, pointing to the either dead-or-dying bulldog fur on the ground.