Emon had been following the trail of someone who might be able to get him going in the right direction, towards his goal of defeating Aku and returning home as the greatest hunter that his people had ever known. That was his goal, and that alone. He cared little for the oppressed people around him. Truthfully that was not really any of his concern at all. While Aku had barred any Imikandi from entering or leaving via the spaceports, his short range teleportation could get him onto any ship that was already in the air, in short, Emon could leave anytime he wanted, whether Aku liked it or not.

With superior hearing and eyesight, Emon was gathering all sorts of information from the quiet chatters and boisterous laughter from the various convicts and similar in the room. However, he wasn't hearing what he came here to hear. Either the prey was onto him and had eluded him, or Emon had been tricked into coming here. His catlike eyes narrowed slightly as he began to realize his mistake, his senses started searching for clues to who was hunting him. Raised heartbeats, ragged breath, anything, but there was too much extra noise in the small room on the outskirts of a megacity for anything that specific. Not when Emon wasn't even sure of what he was looking for.

The door slammed open. There it was, there were his hunters. A chill of excitement ran down his spine. The exhilaration of the hunt. While the Imikandi had a strict honor code that prevented them from killing anyone that wasn't worthy, certainly if such a great hunter had failed to notice the trap, then his pursuers must be worthy opponents. His spear was coiled about his waist like a belt, less conspicuous that way. Emon reached for as they said their names, ready to draw it and make ready for the attack, but before he had a chance to, the man in the old suit stood up surrendering. Emon looked at him with surprise, he had the air of someone with something to hide and didn't seem like the type to give up. After all, this is Aku they were talking about, it was die now or die later. Of course, Emon of the Imikandi had no intention of dying this day. But something told him to follow the human's lead. He left the spear wrapped around his waist and similarly put his hands up, waiting for whatever was to come next.