Majir stood, perched on the back edge of the rock, his strong legs ready to spring given the slightest hint of an attack from the strange slug-like animals slowly making their way towards the pair. He watched, unsure, as Voska made the decision not to initiate the attack onto the interlopers yet didn't immediately back off from the growing swarm. [i]"I have no idea what they are. I do know that I don't have enough bullets."[/i] The guard said softly, keeping her eyes trained on the massing targets before them. Majir's paw rested on the hilt of his sheathed sabre as he focused his attention back onto the slugs. It was clear that the pair were in some sort of trouble. The fact that neither of them had even heard of such animals before bode ill to their chances of continuing down this path. 

Majir's mind quickly returned to the thoughts of his books and his earlier studies on the caverns. He honestly had no idea what these strange things could be. The idea that the pair had discovered an entirely knew species was exhilarating, yet it was entirely possible that they were not the first, with all the bad implications that came with that. It would be great for him to learn about these ugly things, yet it was apparent that now may not be the best time. 

Unexpectedly, one slug among the masses slowly rose up and took a lobbing spit towards Voska's rough position. It missed by a wide margin yet the resulting bubbling rock and clear attack set the adrenalin pumping through Majir's body. He sprung from his rock backwards, keeping his eyes firmly on the swarm of animals before the pair, and landed gently on the hard uneven surface. Despite his efforts to be quiet, his boots almost always made more noise than his bare paws. His right hand drew his sabre from it's scabbard quietly and held it between him and the slugs, waving it back and forth menacingly. A soft deep growl emanated from Majir's throat as he backed off from the approaching slugs. It was apparent from their pathetic shots that at least most of them were blind, yet at the increasing rate that the burning slime was being sent in their general directions, it was only a matter of time before one of the pair was hit. 

While desperately sorting through the mass of files on cavern animals in the back of his mind, Majir suddenly remembered a short report filed some years ago which had remained within the guild. Some scholar had proposed that the patterns sometimes found on the cavern walls were perhaps formed through chemical weathering through either water or perhaps some hitherto unknown reaction. Majir watched the spit bubble up the rock below it in genuine surprise. He hadn't noticed the small wisps of smoke and light hissing coming from the swarming mass of slugs before, but now it was apparent exactly what had formed those markings on the caverns. 

Majir glanced over to Voska as she seemed somehow affected by the sight of the slugs. He immediately assumed some sort of potent gas was perhaps affecting her and his left paw shot up to clamp over his muzzle and nose. His dark eyes snapped to attention onto the smoke wafting up from the smoldering floor. [i]"Go..."[/i] Voska waved him back towards the distant sounds of the rest of the group before gagging. 

Majir backed further away from the guard, taking his paw from his face to fish out his personal light but still holding his breath. It was immediately apparent that he needed to get back to warn the group, that was why they always split off into at least pairs. Majir hesitated, glancing back to Voska, before taking off into the darkness, his small crystal lighting his way in a gentle yellow-ish hue. She had vastly more experience in the caves than he did, if she was ordering his retreat, then he ought to get out of here so she could do her job.