The Cremator gave a sidelong-glance at Edmee, raising a sharply curved eyebrow. "No, hopefully we're not relatives." He responded quietly, his brain moving at a mile a minute. If they really had steel-like appendages, bullets wouldn't work...unless it was a direct shot to a fleshy, soft area. Furthermore, could they even be talked to? How fast did they move? Cremator himself was fast and strong, so could he out-maneuver and out-smart these creatures?

'I'll try...' His eyes narrowed in finality, and he glanced around once more, hearing voices. A female voice.