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He'd put so much into making the man fall. To reaching the point where he could get some answers.. and some damn revenge. But the fact that the man gave up so quickly when sprawled on his back with nothing but a bow to defend himself just infuriated the squirrel more. He knew that he needed to abide by the rules and not beat a human while he was on his back and pleading for mercy.. but he also knew that the man had declined, at every opportunity that the squirrel had given, to release his weapon and surrender himself. He so desperately wanted to kick right at the mans open throat, and for a moment, he nearly did. But finally, and fuming, he hopped the short distance to the mans bow, and picked it up. Then, he threw it as high as he could into the air, and watched it snag on a tree branch. That sorted that little problem.. after all, he didn't want the human turning around and trying to make a sly attack from behind. He wouldn't put it past the human, after all. "You'll get your things back, eventually. First, you're going to answer a few questions. Then, you're going to come with me, back to Syliras." He'd be damned, if he was going to take shyke from anyone. And the only reason he wasn't going to take his anger out on the man before leaving him in the forest to think about what he'd done until the Kriital came to drag him away, was because the man had pleaded damnable mercy.
Quickly, the squirrel turned back to the man and glared at him, hard. "Who are you, what are you, and what are you doing in these forests. Are you a smuggler? A thief? A bandit, slaver, what?" He'd never seen too many of their kind in the forests and the man didn't look like any of them.. and there was only one. If there was anyone traveling through the Wildlands, it was never alone unless they could really handle themselves. The squirrel had taken company during all of his treks to other cities. "Are you a murderer, preying on anyone that enters the forest? For the sheer fun, for the money they bring and their belongings?" He was alone but he had a weapon and he'd tried to repeatedly shoot at someone. It wouldn't be hard to dispose of a body out in the woods.. as long as the wolves and such found it before the knights did. Even if the wolves did, there'd be bones.. there'd be a family. The knights would find out and there'd be an investigation. So, why try to murder someone in a city like this? "Do you just hold a grudge against the knights, so you want to kill as many of them as you can before you get caught? Do you just dislike Pycons?"
Then it hit him. He'd been dancing around the obvious. "Are you an insurgent sent from Ravok? A cultist from Nyka? Are you here to spy on the knights and kill whoever you can find, so that you can examine their corpse? Are you from Sahova, looking for a fresh body to inhabit?" Probably not the last one. When a Pycon died, they turned to stone.. so killing one was out of the question, yet the Nuit only went into corpses, as far as he knew from his trip to Sahova. "Come on, tell me!" He was sick of playing games. Without even knowing it, the corners of his mouth had begun to stretch quite a bit farther than they should have. The pressure that was pushing on his jaws, was stretching the clay and pressing it down, causing it to deform. It gave the squirrel quite an unnatural, sinister appearance when he stared coldly at the man. Of course, it was entirely unintentional, though.
