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It was apparent how badly he was outmatched at least in maneuverability. In the time it had taken him to come to his feet, a motion that would have had him at an advantage against another human, she had already closed the gap, now she could easily grab him again before he could bring the twisted blade to intercept properly. If he could not reason with this humanoid, he would more than likely have to try and fight, something that could only be managed by the incarnate summon. As she repeated the word, he first thought that she did not understand the meaning of it, and thought he might have to explain. But her facial features, despite being alien, were similar to a humans. And he could read the rage in her visage as much as he could tell that the bark of the trees was brown. Evenly, his amethyst gaze followed her as she grew to her full height, as if to look imposing. It was a natural mechanism for defense or territorial displays.  ”Wrong." His voice echoed against the rage in hers, calm and collected though inwardly he was beginning to become on edge. "I would have preferred to avoid it." In truth, he didn’t want to kill the beasts, but he had no desire to have them chewing on his flesh. He asserted dominance by killing the alpha, and now the others stayed away.  ”Oblivion is the fate of all things. Yet that does not make it a happy task to dispatch a creature." The words he spoke rang in his head, having once spoke at least the former part before. Yet, in the centuries between then and now, his outlook had changed. He, who was responsible for the destruction of an entire world, had managed to ascertain a value of life. He needed to de-escalate this fight. In a contest of strength he might prevail, but she would win in agility. The only way he saw fit to do that was to remove his only visible means of threat. The twisted blade was stowed upon his back in short order, and he stood with palms open, towards her. “There is no need for this to continue." Though, as he spoke, he considered trying to call a beast from the world as he had done ages past. But would they listen? He wasn’t sure if he should try.

Her hands balled into four-fingered fists, pronounced canines shimmering in response to this man's idiocy. She was beginning to grow irate from his attempts at diplomacy-- did he not realize that it was he who was now invading her world? The diplomacy would fall to she, if he could be bothered to lower the blinders on his mind.

THREAT! The semi-sentient blade roared the thought in his mind, the singular Eye focused in on the creature that bound towards him. He wheeled about just in time to face her as those fingers closed on his shoulders, The force of the assault had his feet dragging upon the vine, being pushed back before a resistance could ever be gathered. Skidding back, he was sure he would have to call upon the summon to allow him to leave this sudden encounter with his life. In the moment, adrenaline pounded in his veins, his ears roaring with the sounds of his own blood. Yet he heard the creature before him speak, suddenly it was no monster that attacked him, but a humanoid creature, capable of speech at least to some degree. No monsters he had known, here or on his home world were capable of such things. Perhaps there was a chance. There it was, the loosening of her grip upon his shoulder. He forcefully rolled that direction, ripping his shoulders loose of her touch, off of the vine but onto solid ground rather than air. In the same moment as he came to his feet, the twisted, strange blade was in his hand, the great eye flicking about with delight at the chance of carnage. Ragnarok was so eager for violence. ”You are sentient enough." His words came quickly, though he doubted there would be understanding. "I am lost. I mean no harm." His words were calm, gentle, as if the mere tone and timber of his voice would carry a message that language would not allow.

   Mimicking the sound once more, she spoke again. ❛ Skxawng! Kill. You kill and    they did not need to die. Making noise like a baby and killing all you see. ❜

A temporal anomaly. That was all that Caius could recall from the moments before he had been swept away in a tide of chaos. He had been deposited here suddenly, ripped from the chaos bound realm of Nova Chrysalia, into this living world. And he hardly thought he was the best one to have been saved in such a way. In addition to having been swept into a new land, he had felt the awakening of a power that he had thought long since taken from him. Here, the Goddess thrived. Once more he was filled with power, life.  He did not try to question this chain of events, only survive it. There was no way he could understand the inner workings of the mind of a maddened god, Bhunivelze, who was the only one who could have been capable of throwing him aside. Survival was all that remained. Armed with an eon of combat experience, he wasn’t struggling to remain alive where this strange flora and fauna were concerned, though some certainly did take getting used too. The little packs of dogs, which looked severely like Gorgonospid, stayed a careful distance, their blood coating the blade of Ragnarok.  The weapon was slung over his back, the blazing eye of Bahamut gazing about eagerly, taking in these new surroundings as if sentient. His back turned unknowingly towards the weapon she had drawn towards him, unaware of the Na’vi’s presence in the roots of the forest. Yet the Eye stared through the roots, noticing something that its wielder did not. And all Caius cared for was to stare out over the forest, the view of this position allowing him miles of sight.

   She bore no weapon, bow slung across her back and hugged about her breast,    yet there was no mistaking that her intent was to incapacitate or disarm. Courage    was held deep within her, pounding in her head. She did, however, loosen her grip,    tail winding about her leg.

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"I.. I…" She couldn’t find words, she was in trouble and the beast insider her was awaking, it wanted to get out but she clutched her stomach to keep it in, "I’m just not a threat!" She finally yelled out.

                              ❛ You take. Always take! Go home!  ❜

                          ❝Can you show me to these people                            Maybe then you will believe I am not                            one of their kind.❞

                                           ❛ I  will  show. ❜

"Listen, I am no threat." She pulled her axes out of their sheathes and put them on the ground, putting her hands up.

                  ❛ Why. ❜ The first word was more of a demand than a                      question, but her voice struck out with force. ❛ Why! ❜

"Hello?" She called out.

    She knew that greeting well, however. English, taught in     Dr. Grace Augustine's school. They created dreamwalkers     to look like them, to be able to walk among them, yet     still-- they were nothing but demons in sleeping shells.

"I’m lost, I don’t know how I got here and Skyfall is missing! What more do you want from me?”

          ❛ Do   not   speak.  The   sound   brings   them.          Want?   Want   nothing.  Find  your  beast  and  go. ❜

                    ❛ Rutxe   plltxe   nìk’ong   nì’ul. ❜