He nodded to her and then made his bed. This done, he grabbed his weapon and walked out. He was not one to just sit down for now, and there was still daylight for him to look at a few things. He moved like the wind, silent and ready. Corded muscles rippling under his tan skin. The gloves on his hands giving him a great grip on his weapon. He sheathed it for now. And stood a ways out of the entrance. And watched.<br/><br/>He was right, it was another one. He moved out into the long grass. And crouched as if her was picking some herbs. It was then the sound came. A gurgling roar, and the larg blue skinned raptor would talk to its group. They hunted in packs. And they held their prey in the open. Zell, would place down his spike traps, and dodge as she came in, one scythe like toeblade prepared to slice his belly open. They loved their prey alive as they ate. He knew well.<br/><br/>It slashed across his chest plate, adding another light depression in there, but harmless. As the spike bonb triggered, spikes flying into the air and around a ten foot blast radiance as he hid in a low trench. The spikes catching the female and two males, killing all but her.