[@Gummi Bunnies][@The_written_John][@lmpkio]


Seeing the cat-baby start snarling and spitting into Ryu's ear, combined with the already in-hand sword of Elsword, Mithias knew not to get closer, yet. He blinked at them innocently, then shifted his weight into one leg and casually glanced toward a drone in the distance that was headed their way. Words weren't always necessary for communication, and he was rather fond of animals himself. 

The man with the unusual hair made no sudden moves to indicate he was a threat, but he didn't speak either, which left the small group with really no other information to go on. Perhaps he didn't speak their language? 

Nonetheless, the expression of strong concern was obvious as a single red colored drone flew up to him and hovered, quickly popping out some strange sensory instruments with a buzz and a whir. A single step back and an anxious grit of his fanged teeth were the only response he gave to it. He knew he had the power to destroy this drone, to telekinetically bash it upon the rocks or send its wrecked corpse flying back at its mothership, but he didn't. Attacking out of fear was an unworthy use of his power. 

The drone folded up its recorders and sensors and shot upward, aiming itself back home. Mithias didn't keep watching as it disappeared into a minuscule dot in the sky, but he was much relieved. He cleared his throat awkwardly and dusted himself off, straightening his satchel and looked back at the group to see their reaction. If they were going to cower behind a building all day, he'd probably have to make camp soon.