And there it was, letting out a loud screech, with no form. What was worse was it was coming from behind him in the opposite direction. "Holy Fuckballs Natman!" Caelyn let out as a form appeared flying towards him. Caelyn did what a sensible person would do in the situation, and tried to run. He completely forgot about Eishund being right behind him and fell to the floor. The figure went flying into / over him. "Son of a bitch Eishund! Get Offf!" Caelyn tried to muster through all the fur in his mouth. Caelyn quickly pushed the Natrelmon off of him and thats when he saw the perpetrator. "It's you! What the hell is your problem!? There are undead natrelmon swarming this place and you want to play football?! 

Caelyn could not deny, it had been quite a while since the last time a woman tackled him to the ground. His mind started to wander back to that fun summer. He caught himself blushing and quickly shook his head. "As much as I like to wrestle, especially with a woman, this isn't the time." Eishund started growling as if in agreement. "Sorry she's a bit jealous." Caelyn could only laugh. With a resigned sigh he shrugged, checked his pants, then asked, "Shall we?"