<<Should we continue to wait or keep going?>>

While Conor sits quietly, her confusion swirls in his mind. She doesn't know what a Mog is he thinks to himself. Something is wrong. As the Germans go in the opposite direction, he motions for the other two to follow him silently. He moves to walk next to Ariadne, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes. "Can you tell me where you're from? Before the lab, where exactly did you come from?" he asks her.

The necklace around her neck looked familiar, further fulfilling his belief that he was right about her. If she was confused about things, he wasn't about to interrogate her in the middle of the forest. The last thing he needed was her running off out of fear of the two of them.

He glances at the other male as he leads them away. "We'll walk through the woods until we reach the next town. We'll be safer in here than out in the open." he says outloud.

Ariadne was surprised when the two went from a second to beating the crap out of each other then were kind of best buds. She wasn't sure what to make of what happened. She looked at the blonde and knew he was right, there was no way they could be on the motorcycle with three people and a cat. She looked over at Conor as he handed her a shirt. "Thanks." She pressed the shirt to her nose before looking at him, cofused. "Mogs? What is that?"

These guys continued to confuse her more and more, there was no way to know what they meant by anything they said. She took ahold of her cat as she looked between the blonde boy and Conor. She nodded to him, she had to trust them for now. Atleast till she could get away. She looked at the blonde as she waited for him to lead the way.

Conor rolls his eyes and shakes his head, recognizing the steely eyes and messy blonde hair of the boy in front of him. "You always were the most troublesom out of all of us." he grumbles with a smirk.

He runs back to Ariadne and frowns when he sees her nose bleeding. He quickly grabs a shirt of his from one of the saddle bags, holding it out to her. "Press this against it, we can't let any of your blood hit the ground. It'll be too easy for the Mogs to track it back to us if they pass through here." he tells her.

He helps her off the bike and holds open the saddle bag for her cat to get out. He looks to her and the blonde boy. "Go with him, we need to take cover. He's an ally, trust me." he tells her, his eyes begging for her to listen.

He pushes the bike in to the trees, getting it as far back as he can out of sight from the road. Once he's got it all covered, he turns to look for them, wanting to hurry and get out of trouble before too much attention is on them. "Tell me, was pissing off a bunch of Germans really worth this trouble?" he mutters to the other male, glancing at him.

Ashtyn was surprised by the boys sudden display of strength. The effort had made him week. He'd expected him to crack. The boy forced him into a head lock and held him. Ashtyn was about to fight back when the boy commented on his scars. After helping him up he presented his.

Ashtyn looked at them, and then to the boys face, and burst into laughter. The other Garde said something but it was lost in his mirth. He continued to laugh till it hurt. Finally after he was done he looked up. "I'm sorry but I really wasn't expecting you. You know that would've worked if you were human. I can put thoughts in their head."

His words were cut short by the sound of cars burning out in the distance. Ashtyn suddenly remembered the Germans and why he needed the bike. "Well all three of us can't fit on the bike so I say we head off on foot that way." He said this as he pointed off towards the woods on the other side of the road. "I've got a few angry Germans after me. The price of quick travel."

Adriadne looked at Conor as he told her what to, she understood it was for the best but a girl in her previous situation gets tired of being told what to do. To be controlled and not being able to fight back due to fear. She watched the two as they argued with one another. The other male wanted the bike but Conor wasn't going to gve it up. She wasn't sure what was with the other male but she knew from what she saw that Conor was not one to mess with.

She let out a gasp when the male moved faster then she thought possible, towards Conor and pressed his hand on Conor's forehead. She jumped off the bike, her body going into fight-or-flight motion. She watched as Conor tossed the male to the ground and then held him in a headlock. Then it got weird, Conor spoke to him as if he knew the guy or semi knew. What was with this Cepan thing? Everything was starting to give her a headache and it wasn't a minor one. She grabbed the sides of her head as it felt as if she gotten hit by ten trucks. Memories flashed through her head but they were so fast that she didn't understand any of them.

This kind of stuff happened all the time. Someone would say something and it would trigger the headaches. The winced in pain as she tried to make out the images in her head. But as quickly as it came, it was gone. She grabbed the bike for support as she felt weak. It was a first for her to feel so weak. She looked down at the ground as drops of red liquid dropped to the ground. She quickly made out that it was blood and brought her hand to her face. She was having a major nose bleed. Luckily she had her back turned to the males and she hoped they wouldn't notice. She really wasn't feeling good as the world started to spin. Oh, not good.

<<hope you guys are okay with this post. I will edit it if need be.>>

Conor growls and knocks the guy's arm away from him, grabbing it and locking it behind his back. With his foot, he knocks the blonde's knees out from behind him, knocking him to the ground. With his other arm, he grabs him in a headlock, keeping him still. "Look, we're in a big hurry and I don't have time for this. I'm not going to say it again, keep out of our way." he snaps in his ear.

His eyes catch a quick glimpse of burned flesh on the guy's leg. When he had knocked him down, his pant leg had ridden up on his calf. Quickly, Conor lets go of his arm and pulls up the leg on the jeans, revealing three identical burn marks that matched the ones on his own. Conor drops his other arm and sits back on his heels, looking at the blonde with confusion and then irriation. He gets up, pulling the blonde up by his shirt collar, bringing him closer. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is what you're doing? Didn't your Cepan teach you anything?" he growls in his face.

Ashtyns arms grew stiff and his hands grew cold with frost. This guy was hard headed and he didn't want to deal with it. The surrounding forest was silent. A girl, roughly his age, peered from around the male. She was still seated on the bike.

He decided to act. Quicker than any human could he ran across the small distance. Ashtyn pressed his hand on the young mans forehead. He forced the thought into his head. Get out of my way, take the girl and go. He'd only done this once before, forcing all his power into one human.

He'd done it on a teacher seven years ago. He'd wanted to get out of an assignment so after class he'd told him that he wasn't to do it. Ashtyn was fairly new at it and didn't want to mess up so he pushed very hard. The mans mind had been crippled. The pressure was two much, he went insane. The cause remained unknown, he and his cepan left quickly afterward. Now he'd been pushed to the point again. As he did it he felt bad but he had no time to waste.

(Sorry had a busy weekend)

Conor pulls the bike to the side of the road and turns the engine off. "Stay here and if you have to, take cover in the trees." he murmurs to Ariadne, not turning to look at her.

He gets off of the bike and subtly touches his pocket to make sure he still had his lighter. He walks up to the stranger, noticing he is a bit taller than the blonde. "We're in a hurry. I highly suggest you get out of the way before things happen that you'll regret." his voice is deep.

His fists clench at his sides, fighting back the urge to just let out an energy blast to knock the kid out of the way. "Just who is it you're looking for? Little late for you to be out in the middle of nowhere isn't it?"

Being on the run from Mogs had made him learn to be on constant red alert for anything out of the ordinary and this guy being all alone out here without a vehicle, demanding for his bike, was definitely out of the ordinary. "Don't try something that's going to get you hurt." Conor adds, standing straight and ready to fight.