Magnus turned his head in the direction of Gren's voice, and gave a look of relief at the much more friendly greeting. Still, the stranger had a gun in hand. The knight couldn't help but feel a little exposed in comparison, as both his hammer and sword were sheathed. But if there was a chance at a peaceful conversation without something going wrong, he would try to take it.

With a returned wave, he replied. "Bit cloudy for a hike, but as long as it doesn't start raining." There was the slightest hint of an 'I really wish I wasn't here right now' tone to his voice, but he had been sent here to do a job, and he'd make sure it was done. 

The questioning of the forest was something that had been on his mind as well. "Honestly? Not a clue. There was a building maybe a mile over, looked like it'd been abandoned for centuries. Whoever might have lived here before, they're not here anymore." A frown crossed his face, and he was about to give some insight as to why he, at least, was there. Another voice came, and his attention was caught. 

Magnus greeted Sun with a nod and a wave, taking notice of the crab. He'd seen some back home, though they tended to be either much smaller or even more oversized. A quiet, yet audible "D'aww" escaped him when he heard the crab's name. 

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Tiberius had remained silent, taking in information and keeping a firm grip on both of his guns. He stayed calm regardless, but when Sun entered with a crab, things went downhill rather quickly. Crabs were...not incredibly common where he was from, and unfortunately, shared a great many physical features with creatures he had been raised to despise, to destroy, and to purge. 

Red, chitinous shells. Heavy claws. Black eyes. Multiple limbs. All in what looked like a harmless, octopedal package. But Tiberius had learned that even when small, the demons that resembled the beast were extremely dangerous. He immediately turned towards Sun and raised his pistols, aiming one at him and one at Racky. "Step away from the creature. You have ten seconds, or I will be forced to separate you from it." The fact that Sun had called the thing his friend only made the situation worse from Tiberius' point of view. Associating with demonic beasts was heresy of the highest order where he was from, and was punishable by execution.

A glow came from the side vents of his guns as they came to life, ready to shoot. Mana, coming from both Tiberius' own body and a reserve inside his suit, formed and hardened into crystal-like projectiles. The bullets would tear apart bare flesh, and sear the bodies of demons, but anything built with a magic resistance could stand even sustained fire from them.