[@NecroKnight]

Grunting, sweat forming on his brow as he walked with his heavy load, he stepped on something; something that moved away. The sudden change of terrain under him made him lose balance, and start falling. He was a burly man with a massive weight on him, so it was a slow fall. Like an avalanche. When finally he hit the soil there was a great thud mud flying everywhere. He groaned. Getting back up would be such a hassle. He rolled over to see what the hell it was he stepped on. Oh yes, what he stepped on was in fact an [i]it.[/i] He stared at Fixun, one eye closed shut with mud. "Who in the throne-forsaken hells asked you to be there!" he snarled. Growling a little he stared for a few more moments, wiping dirt off of his face. With a grunt of effort he put his knuckles into the mud and after a few seconds pushed himself off to an unstable standing position. 

With a few loud stomps he turned to her, finally at his fully height, augmented by his boots and helmet to be an imposing 7ft in total. He growled a little more before looking himself over. "Delicate? I'm sure, valuable? Perhaps for stealing valuables you little...." He turned his head to look at the things on his back. With a little gasp, he looked at his heavy stubber. "You... you got all five barrels with mud in them! You realize that could make the bloody thing explode in the middle of a battle and send shrapnel flying and kill everyone in [i]pretty damn big[/i] radius!" With an angry roar he threw down his heavy stubber and his footlocked. He looked about for a suitable puddle to clean his things in.

When he finally found when he hauled the two things to it, and started cleaning what he could. Something was familiar about the abhuman. Realisation dawning on him he turned, mouth agape. "You were bloody well there! Don't you know to not draw attention to where you shouldn't! You bloody well snitched, didn't you!" He roared with his face turning red, not just because his helmet was on very tight. "All would be better if you were a bloody real cat!" he would breath heavily, his armoured hands and chest going up and down along with the mile long stare.