Zone B -- Forest

[Dust]

It wasn't a mystery as to why Dust was there. They were playing the same game and knew all the same rules as one another. That drop was what brought the youngster into the dangerous territory of the two. He already was calculating the risks of this encounter and he had a high probability of crawling away from it if he was lucky, but he had signed up - albeit a bit forcefully - for this game and he had to play it or finally know what it feels like to disobey someone who held the leash... Now that was intimidating! Although not frightening. He observed the conversation they were having from an unbiased point of view as he generally did, even if the idea of thinking in a partial to one side or the other kind of way was available to him, he couldn't help but think this was a habit he shouldn't break too early.

He gathered that neither held the leadership position because it would be like telling two kings that one's opinion holds more water than the other or two alpha wolves that they were being demoted to beta. While the human seemed more level headed and neutral towards the newcomer, the dark elf seemed full of hate and needing something to release it on; and with Dust's appearance, he saw a target for his aggression. Almost instantly Dust felt the weight of half the force behind the two cut away. It only made him more aware of the two's abilities. As the elf dragged the man away, Dust almost considered it a victory on his end. He could stay and take up the item as long as no one came.

But was winning this game ever his agenda? He had considered the idea now that it was probably already too late. If he wanted to do this, he would have attacked the troll in the woods, wouldn't he? But the risk had grown so fast with the appearance of the two men after that. Despite noticing each member had some kind of injury three on one was not a good idea. In fact, being on his own now seemed like the most illogical thing he's done since, say, taking part in a death game without knowing if he could even fight. Now he was without Dawn and Takezo... He never thought he'd have to resort back to his old style of thinking by choice.

Pit between a rock and a hard spot, Dust decided to try to use his charm instead of his claws. Giving the scorer and his friend an appropriate amount of space to talk among themselves. He followed them into the woods. He would not lower himself to begging, but it was apparent he needed friends. Who better than the most powerful force he had found on the island? Like a lost pup with no master to protect him from the rain that still persisted, he followed them but in a less threatening way. He still stood tall and ready, but relaxed his shoulders and fingers. His ears picked up the sounds of hushed voices but not the words.

Gildarts, apparently having persuaded his elven companion of something, turns to go back. Only to find his shadow has followed. His heavy brow raised but he couldn't help notice the equal amounts of respect and casual curiosity in the guy's eyes and actions. "Well uh, were back."

"And?" Hokori asked as if talking to a friend instead of someone who could crush him.

Dust follows casually from C6 to B15, nuetral towards the two, but on guard.