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Between the insect attack and the crusaders taking pot-shots at Alexia Red simply let out a yawn. It was all so very trivial for him.

Walking up he stood by with his net of reinforced flesh in one hand and a dagger in the other as he watched the events transpire with all the investment of a bored channel surfer. He made no effort in assisting any of them in this endeavor as he held no interest in the fate of these crusaders and the other three demonstratively did not require any help in restraining the stragglers.

As he was standing by he took the opportunity to look around and see if there were any local fauna to test his theory with. He could easily detect the tell-tale beating of a nearby beast's heart, the sanguine fluid in it's veins quite visible to him. The creature seemed to be stalking Sam, looking to catch him by surprise. While part of him wanted to just net the creature and see how it fared some several feet above another part of him decided it would be more interesting to see if such a beast would succeed in devouring this guy.


It was stopped right in it's tracks. A boring result but nonetheless expected. Red took a lean on a tree next to him, crossing his arms as he watched Sam feed the beast some dragon meat for whatever pedestrian reason he had cooked up. What followed was something interesting. The creature seemed to adopt qualities from the meat it devoured, changing as it consumed the flesh. This did not impress him but rather it demonstrated that there were animals within this jungle that were quite mutable, prone to change based on their stimuli. Such a beast would be like putty in his hands.

"A shame you let it go so soon." He commented, pushing off the tree he was rested against and striding between him and Alexia. He walked on over, stepping up on an outwardly curved root of a tree as he surveyed the route that creature had used to flee. He calmly squeezed the net in his hand with an undulating grip. The net was far larger than him and a fair weight given it's current density yet he seemed fairly unencumbered by such a tool.

He was past the point where flesh would hold him back, be it his own or others.