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Hearing a voice behind him, the Foxman couldn't help but grimace. It was Kris, opening her big mouth again and blabbering about things which she didn't know about nor understood. And once again to boot, she was involving herself in his business. One day he might slit the blonde's throat-ok maybe not, a bit of an exaggeration. But he certainly felt like he wanted to.

Regardless, he chose to flat out ignore the ear and eyesores, since Dianne joined them for double the annoyance, and focus on the men before him with their strange accents, broken language abilities and somewhat hurried hand signs. The Foxman had been around long enough to visit a few places, and their accent was one he recognised. But what was it?

It was Ching Chong China Land or something or another. At least, that was how the kitsune remembered the Nazar Empire. Close enough right? Now, he couldn't actually speak the language or anything like that so the language barrier was still very much a problem but things were beginning to connect in his head. [color=723437]"Never thought I would find a couple of Imperial assassins locked up in here. I heard you guys were actually good at your job."[/color] Picking at his teeth, he rolled his eyes and finally looked towards Kris.

[color=723437]"If they wanted to do so, they could've quite easily in that chaos. Need to work on your perception, oh mighty leader."[/color] With a mocking tone, he reached down into his throwing knives. Didn't feel like sharing his bolts or needles, but he could spare these guys a knife or two. At least something to defend themselves. [color=723437]"Unless you're braindead, which I fear you are, they wanna be allies....though they're off to a bad start."[/color] With a loud exhale, he stopped rummaging through his throwing knives and gave the two a look that was a mixture of both annoyance and suspicion.

[color=723437]"Really?"[/color]

With a sigh and shake of his head, his ears suddenly twitched. He could hear the sounds of battle renewed nearby. But something seemed....off about it. Oh god. Having realised what may have happened in the few moments he had left the damned girl unattended, Scar quickly turned on his heel and made his way through the smoke. [color=723437]"If you wanna escape, then come with us."[/color] Was all he added to his little conversation with the duo, he ran past Kris and Dianne and into the now diminishing smokescreen.

Hopefully, that damned Macey hadn't gotten herself in over her head, though knowing the girl she damn well would've tried to. Why weren't the others watching over her?!