"Oh bloody hell, what the fuck is that?" Michael breathed as he met the creature's gaze.<br/><br/>Slowly shifting into a more cautious battle stance, he tapped his right pocket lightly with the hilt of his dagger. A sleepy Garrett stuck his head out briefly from within and wiggled his nose experimentally, tasting the air. As quickly as he'd peeked his head out, he disappeared back into the folds of Michael's pockets.<br/><br/>"What's the plan then oh mighty anvil?" Michael addressed the half-elf warrior though he did not step another foot forward or even turn his head to look at her; his attention entirely focused on the being before him.