People? Guns? Lights? Everything so confusing, so hazy. He found himself moving, why was he moving, he shouldn't move, he probably had a broken leg he shouldn't. He cringed, white hot pain shooting through his body as a short cry escaped his lips. He became distinctly aware that they were lifting him. He heard their words, but they sunk in slow. He was not going to be killed? Nut, surely the talking savages were toying with him. What a cruel joke! What if they planned to eat him? Like a cat playing with a mouse before it's meal. He could deal with being dead, being eaten, but this toying, it was just so wrong!<br/><br/>He clenched his fist, preparing to strike out at the savages, when he watched their lights fall on another kind of creature all together. A monster, surely it had to be, no human anywhere could look like that. But, he paused, a moment of clarity passing him. It was her face, human, scared, like him, just a scared wanderer who didn't seem to have any more sense about what was going on than he did. In a sudden rush of adrenaline, courage, and stupidity, he shouted at the savages, "Drop your guns you fools!" He yelled with an authority and command he didn't known he was capable of.