Aries was standing next to the red car, having just gotten out of the driver's seat. A white mask obscured his face; the hood of a dark grey hoodie covered his head. His left arm was missing now, and the arm of the hoodie was rolled and pinned up neatly almost at the shoulder. He was glaring.

Hawk turned to face him fully, recognition dawning across his face, along with anger. "...What am I doing here??" he snarled. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Not you, stupid," Aries said impatiently. Behind him, the black-furred creature was finally sitting up from the spot where Hawk had knocked him out; he spat out a tooth into the dirt. Aries continued, "Him."

He pointed at Numair.

Vlad, Yoshi, and Hawk all looked at him. A very strange expression had come over him, one of barely-contained fear.

"I..." he managed, suddenly, seemingly, at a loss for words. "I do not..."

"Whuh?! Hey!!" the black-furred creature suddenly barked. He'd lost one of his front teeth, and a little stream of blood was dripping down one of his long canines from the now-empty socket. "That's the little runt!! The one we was chasing when we run into the wing bastard!!"

Aries looked down at him, raising one eyebrow slightly. "You're kidding me," he said, full of contempt. "You let the fucking Cynn of Aetheri slip out of your grasp?"