[@Sodium][@Rick Sanchez]

Because he had been making a point of trying to sneak up on the mysterious intruder, Rugal decided to tread somewhat lighter on the hard, dusty floor of the prison, so as to avoid making loud clacking noises with his shoes. Unfortunately, however, the same could not be said of the two worm creatures, who chose to lumber about quite loudly; which was strange, since they had obviously had the same 'encirclement' idea that he had.

One of them went off down the hall to the right, while the other went off to the left and quite loudly made its own path through a wall into an old cell block. On the one hand, this enabled the creature to cut off another hallway that the intruder could otherwise escape through, but on the other hand, not stealthy in the slightest.

"Yes, that is indeed very stealthy of you." Rugal said to the creature in a deadpan fashion, prompting zero reaction whatsoever. The creature merely lumbered its way down the next hallway with nary a sound... that is to say, a social sound.

Rugal stopped to dust all the particles of wall that the creature had just propelled into the air off of his tux, reminding himself to demand immediate compensation from the morons who sent him here in the first place. But then he realised something else; clearly the creatures were leaving the third and final passage to the intruder's position to him. The middle position, no less. The path that the prey would be most likely to slip through squeezed out from two sides like a bottle of ketchup. Plus, it was more dramatic that way. The arms dealer smirked to himself again; for every time these creatures angered him somehow, they never failed to impress on the tactical front.

Thus, Rugal stepped into the middle path, between the hallway to the right and the newly-created hallway to the left, and reminded himself; who would they be more likely to trust? Him, or a pair of spike-covered worms? Prejudice judo, this was.

[b]"Little girl... or boy, I do not know!"[/b] He yelled down the hallway at the intruder, caring little for the child's gender; fighting leagues of androgynous characters will do that to you. [b]"...But I DO know you can hear me down there! Impending death approaches you from two sides, but fear not! Escape lies in my direction! To not go this way would be the act of a fearless fool!"[/b] He assured them, making sure to stop and quiet himself before he inevitably chuckled again.