Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

What Revui had said, short and sweet and in his mind efficient, had set off a chain reaction. There was an ignition of powerful rage between the pair of them and when Donovan shoved himself forth, getting his face up in Revui's business, the leviathan thought he was about to attack. Had he not been a well trained henchman he might have reacted with teeth; instead he is merely bristling while his body is anticipatory of a collision. Donovan does not strike him, though. He speaks defiantly before Revui and throws a focused fit about things that were unspoken.

The woman reacts in kind; she does not like the manner in which Revui speaks either, making that known prior to focusing her attention on Sunhawk. The poor man - in the spasm between the agreement and miscommunication, Revui had forgotten he was there at his side. His stick was given the briefest of side-glances, although Revui knew it would be wiser to focus on Donovan until this was resolved. How had it gone so wrong?

He did not back down, and he would not cower before this man. But he would let the moment hang a few seconds, take a breath, swim in the tension as he came to a slow conclusion. When he opened his mouth it wasn't to bare his fangs or strike this belligerent man down, rather it was to speak up again; perhaps to clarify.

She is injured, angered, and does not want us here as allies or otherwise. If we hunt it will be with able bodies, he tried to explain, wondering all the while if it was somehow a novel concept to have strong, capable people to complete such tasks, or perhaps these two were conjoined in such a way that they could not function independent of one-another. Regardless, the entire situation was heated now and it would be difficult for Revui to trust either of them.

Finally Revui retreats a half-step, leaning in to the space between Nemisis and his companion to serve as a buffer. If she so much as hedged her way towards him a single inch there would be blood.