Chance felt anger bubble inside him when one of the warbeasts taunted him, moving to attack before he was suddenly grabbed and taken into the air.
He aggressively struggled against the Griffons grip as they flew away from Haki, [color=7F0A49][b]"No we can't just leave him there I can fight them let me go you overgrown turkey you're letting him take your- our friend away!"[/b][/color] He yelled as he struggled, he continued to yell stuff in the Fae language as they started to scale down to land.

Nessa slipped out of the Griffons grip and moved to sit on his back with a worried look towards Haki as they flew off, she pulled out a small clear crystal pendant and gripped it in her hands as she whispered prayers into it, prayers of protection for Haki and prayers of healing in case he needed them.
She opened her eyes as Chance started to yell and scream, she would have normally smiled at his tantrum-like behavior, but now wasn't the time.

When they landed she slipped off the Griffon carefully and gently pet it's neck, moving to grab Chance by the neck of his shirt as he went to run past her back the way they came.
[color=7F0A49]"NO UNHAND ME."[/color] Chance yelled at Nessa as she span him around and slammed him into a tree.
[color=659EC7][i]"Shut up Chance."[/i][/color] Nessa whispered in a venomous tone she barely used, the young Half-Fae slunk at her words and force. [color=659EC7]We will go back for Haki, Adrian won't leave him behind. I won't leave him behind. I'm not going to let you run off and get yourself hurt."[/color]
[color=7F0A49]"I won't get hurt! The only ones who will get hurt are those [b]fucking bastards[/b] who took Haki!"[/color] Chance squeak-yelled, struggling against Nessa's tight grip to no avail. [color=7F0A49]"You can't just let this happen Nessa! Haki is the only person to take interest in me without malicious intent! He's a [i]friend[/i] Nessa, I don't get friends that often! I'm not going to let my only friend die!"[/color]

Nessa moved her free hand to her eyebrows and gripped the bridge of her nose. She stopped pinning Chance to the tree, but moved her hand to touch her pants before touching one of the belt-loops in his, a small gold string suddenly formed between the two. Once that was done, Nessa let the scrambling boy go, watching him immediately make a run towards the treeline again, he made it at least 5 feet before he was suddenly pulled back to Nessa.