Without speaking, Aleeis inspected the man as he knelt, and watched as he tried to work his holo band. Without blinking, she noted the attire of her rescuer, but had difficulty discerning what exactly he was. Could be a merc, slaver... Though he didn't seem to be so, for he was at least morally sound enough to help those in need. Compared to her own attire, he dressed more for functionality than comfort or style, and his garbs lacked the finer detail her own clothes presented. Her soft features and slimming, smallish frame denoted her elven heritage, but Sebastian was most compelled by her eyes, which seemed too cold and calculating for someone like her. Combined with her fairer than normal skin and lack of coloration on any of her features, she appeared almost sickly.

Eventually, he gave up trying to work his projector, and she spoke softly, in that same, calculating tone: "People are too reliant on their trinkets anyway. It makes them slow and stupid. You'd probably be better off without it on this island." Eventually, he got up, making a comment about how it would be wise to follow him. As he walked off, she simply stared after him, before following suite and walking after him, following step just behind him. As they made their way towards this so called camp, she couldn't help but think about their current situation. This continued for the entirety of the stroll, as she wondered in silence.

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Arriving at the camp, they were both quick to realize that this wasn't what they had anticipated. The prisoners numbered in the many, and seemed to be keeping others captive. Whatever was going on here, wasn't right. As he explained his plan to take them out, she nodded in silent agreement, and they split off to do their best. It was risky, but it seemed to be their only option, lest they were captured later. With unnatural silence, she crept throughout the camp, and swept a guard of his feet with a low spin kick, before dropping her booted foot on his head and knocking him out. Aleeis preferred to kill only when nessecary. As she continued to take out another two guards none lethally, she met up with Sebastian, and caught his pistol. Fully loaded, and ready for action. 

Moving away from him, she was suddenly alarmed to hear gunshots ring out, and the guards approach them. While spotting her comrade, they failed to notice her as she hid behind a makeshift tent, and watched as the guards pinned him to the ground right next to her. And without thinking, she lunged, and grabbed the back of one of Sebastian's captor's heads, whirling out of cover. "Oh no..." was all she mouthed before it happened. Standing there dumbstruck for a split second, blood erupted with sudden force and severity from his ears, mouth, nose and eyes, as he let out a guttural shriek and twitched violently, before falling to the ground, dead. His female friends had watched it happened, and both moved off Sebastian, horrified at the sudden and brutal death of one of their friends. And a split second later, one of them cried out at the top of her lungs: "[i]WITCH!![/i]"

It wasn't long before Aleeis lost control, and suddenly, she was bleeding from her mouth and nose, growling and shaking furiously like a rabid animal. She jumped forward, and grabbed the others neck, ripping out her throat in a shower of blood that drenched the elven girl, only fueling Aleeis' enraged state. The remaining nearby guard shambled back, firing loudly and yelling for back up, before the butt of Aleeis' pistol was smashed into the unfortunate woman's face with an unearthly amount of strength, the blunt trauma fracturing her skull and killing her instantly. This was only starting, as Aleeis ran for the guards that remained, howling and raving madly. Her fury wasn't slowed, even when a shot ripped through her arm, knocking her back and making her dash to the side for cover, disappearing from sight. Now, no one was safe.