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Scar wasn't necessarily tired, though the use of magic was somewhat draining, especially the way he liked to use it in bursts, but, he did agree the group probably needed a short rest at the least. Just to let Macey get the bloodlust out of her system if nothing else. And just a chance to catch their breath, get their bearings and try to maybe regain some magic that they had used were all welcome benefits. So when Arguth walked off to fetch something, Scar took the chance to take a few steps away and sit cross-legged up against a wall in a way reminiscent of meditation.

He would stay this way, looking up at the ceiling with his usual grumpy, bored expression on his face with his hands on his knees. Recalling his memories of the bugs they had fought, trying to figure out the best way to fight them with the weaponry he had. His needles were extremely ineffective unless he took the time to really aim for their eyes. They were practically wasted on them so he would probably have to shelve them for now and look to rely more on his throwing knives or daggers. Speaking of which, if they were able to secure some more crossbows or short swords he was thinking of arming the twins with them. All they had were small little throwing knives and they were quite capable fighters so it would be in the groups best interests to give them the best chance to fight.

He only moved when Arguth returned, his nose twitching as he caught a faint whiff of cheese and dried meat. With the bag handed to Macey, Scar was quick to jump back to his feet. Though he frowned when the bag was given to Kris soon after. Not because Kris had the food or anything, Scar was a hungry pig but he could wait an extra moment as the bag was passed around. More because the dumbass walked up to Macey to try and give her more food. All this despite Macey clearly wanted to move away to calm herself down.

Scar knew he needed to be quick and was. At the moment Kris turned around to shoot him her stupid smirk, he was already in front of her with a hand on the bag and stood between the duo. In his free hand was a dagger as he had one cautious eye on Macey and the other on Kris as his scowl deepened. [color=723437]"You really have no brains, you know that you dumbfuck?"[/color] He asked in a low growl. How many times must he have to save this dumbass from her own actions? [color=723437]"Take yours and Diana's share, then slowly back off."[/color] Scar added sternly, moving into a readied stance. If she made a move, he was ready to counter.

[color=723437]"Arguth, we're going to have to take a few more moments of rest. Do excuse the commotion caused by this idiot, just we're all a bit restless and on edge."[/color] His tone switched to a more cautious one as he spoke to the Knight. He didn't want to do anything to agitate him in any way and hoped that this little quarrel would be overlooked by making up this random excuse.

God, he was sick of playing the babysitter role and having to clean up Kris's messes.