Cecil was in a bit of a panic, his difficulties coming from what he should do, what he felt he was supposed to do and trying to figure out why he was here. He wasn’t going to be useful and he recently found out he’s designed for combat. The amount of combat he’s had to go through recently had already told him he’s a dangerous weapon, but with Ethan not wanting the enemy dead it made it very hard understanding just how hard he could punch and how he could attack as to not end up killing them. He didn’t want to screw up just now and to him the only way to avoid that was to flee the battle while looking busy. He could lose his friends if he killed someone so going down under and seeing what might be down there was probably the best decision.

Not only did moving out of the way proved to be helpful, but the moment he looked back from the doorway to which he now stood near a tumbling noise and one that only spelled trouble for Ethan who had gone down first sounded out. Gasping, he looked back down he spotted Ethan, but also someone on top of him. There definitely wasn’t much telling him he should jump at the pair if trouble was happening, that would probably end badly for Ethan. Staring down at the pair he slowly moved down a few stairs, watching them both carefully before the sound of Nymira calling out distracted him. What was going on out there? Looking out in his direction briefly he gasped at the sight of the men that were bothering him. He recognised them as the same suited fellows who had tried to take him back to the factory. How did they find him here?

They must had tracked him, there was no other way to put it. He didn’t leave any noticeable traces anywhere else and yet here they were. Unable to figure out what the best course of action was he immediately ran down the stairs, hoping he had avoided their sight as he ran past the strange woman and Ethan. He had forgotten the entire notion of helping Ethan, he just wanted to get away from the men and find somewhere to hide before they found him. Ethan could handle himself, he was skilled in combat. His own existence was at risk here, he couldn’t get captured by these men, not now. Looking like a coward he continued his run down through the cabin and to another set of stairs, running down there in his attempt to get as far as possible away from the men. Maybe there was something he could hide in down here, so long as he was far away from those men.