Something rustled behind him, and he whipped around to come face to face with some dude in robes. "Uh, hi?"
"Give me the box," the man demanded, stepping towards Raphel. Perched on his shoulder was a not-so-nice-looking bird-thing that looked ready to have bird-man for breakfast.
Raphael smiled and clutched his bag. "Nope. Sorry, no box to give."
Arthur soon had a pair of Rabbits in his jaw as he loped off to find Rapheal.
The man narrowed his eyes and his killer bird screeched. "Give me the box, boy."
Raphael backed away slightly. "Sorry, not gonna happen."
Arthur reached the canyon in a matter of minutes, shifting to human form as he reached it. "Hey Raphael! Where are you?"
He heard the calls, thanks to the wind aiding him without needing to be asked. These winds seemed to be a little kinder than the ones in the woods. He whispered something, and the wind carried the message to Arthur. Directions–and a warning about the robed man.
Arthur tensed when he heard the other's whispers on the breeze, and sprinted off to find him.
"GIve it to me!"
"How many times do I got to tell you?" Raphael continued, backing up again as the man stepped closer. "That ain't gonna happen!"
Arthur finally spotted him, sidestepping into the trees so he wouldn't be seen.
The man said something in a strange tongue, and the killer bird screamed and shot straight for Raphael. He cursed and held up a hand, frantically praying to all the forgotten gods that the wind would be useful for once in his damn life.
It was. The bird squawked as he was violently tossed from side to side, caught up in a strange whirlwind.
Arthur spotted them, finally leaping out of the trees tackling the man with a violet and silver sabre in his hand.
Raphael scrambled away from the trashing bird and the two fighting. He felt helpless as he hid, but he didn't have time to take gambles without a proper weapon.
The robed man shouted and was caught off balance, not expecting Raphael to be traveling with another.
Arthur quickly had the man pinned with his sabre to the guy's throat. "Leave, or die,those are your options." he growled.
"I'd rather see you bleed," the man spat, thrashing against Arthur.
Arthur gave him a death stare, his blade pressing against the other as Aura whips lashed him to the ground. "Answer." he said, tone leaving no room for arguement.
"Kill him," Raphael said from where he sat perched in a tree. "He'll just follow us again."
Arthur ignored Raphael. "Answer" he said again.
"Listen to the pigeon, " he rasped, "I'd rather die than flee like a coward."
"Fine" Said Arthur, summoning a whisp of Aura. swirling it around he flung the man through it. "Dealt with."
Raphael jumped down from the branch. "I would've fought back, but there were too many variables for me to consider and a lot more things that could go wrong than I care for."
Arthur nodded in understanding as his powerful, pulsing Aura seemed to vanish, as his blade returned to it's original form as the band on his wrist.
He tilted his head curiously at the changing blade but didn't say anything about it.
Arthur sighed, stepping into the trees for a moment, before returning with his catch. "Ready for a meal?"
He seemed to perk up at that. "Yup. I'm starving." He quickly went and grabbed the bunch of twigs he had dropped, then worked on making the fire.
Arthur sat down to watch him, eventually moving to clean and gut the rabbits.
He made a sound of triumph as he got the fire started, keeping his wings a safe distance from the flames.