Ian snorted, "We are going!'<br/><br/>He sniffed the air, "That way. We will mate again when we are away from these creatures."<br/><br/>He pointed with the rod and narrowed his gaze at the women, "Or do you need to be made to go?"<br/><br/>His demeanor seemed commanding and menacing at the same time. The women could feel his pulse throbbing through his back. Some capillaries burst in his shoulders from the surge. He positively looked like his body was going to explode. Ian had all the look of someone who had OD'd on stims and battle drugs. Marines that did that were known to go berserk sometimes and attack their own. Only a fool would not perceive the danger he was to others and himself.<br/><br/>