Eyes shadowed under the thick hood of his cloak watched as the group of humans were subdued, trapped under nets while Luke grabbed hold of a slight looking girl. This was quite the varied looking group- or he supposed they were. Apart from Gary and a certain man who occasionally appeared in vivid dreams, he didn’t think he remembered enough about other humans to make an unbiased comparison. 

[i] “Shhhhhhhtttt, Sacchhhiiin! Look at that hommun’s earrings! They’re like, you know, bird arms. Or something. What’s the word? Feet-ers?”[/i]

A quick dodge to the side to avoid his energetic friend’s flailing pipe dislodged his hood, revealing a head of tumbled black hair and curious grey eyes set upon what most people would describe to be quite the handsome face. He stood taller than his pink-haired friend with her head reaching his shoulders while the rest of his body was hidden underneath the black cloak the four were draped in. 

Looking down at the weighed down humans with more inquisitiveness than hostility he pondered the brightly colored earrings that dangled from the human’s ears.

“Feathers,” Sacha decided quietly, voice low enough for Gary to be the only one to hear him, but had to quickly step aside when the girl brought her beloved pole down on one of the humans. He couldn’t say he felt much sympathy for the now bleeding human- it was partly his fault for talking about dancing bears during this serious discussion. 
Ignoring Gary’s protests he reached over her head and gently lifted the pole of her grip as per Luke’s requests just in case she decided to whack someone again be it herself or another human, giving her a look that told her he would return it later. Then again, the blue haired human certainly could talk a lot for someone who had been hit on the head twice already. 

[i]“If you intend to bring death to the table-“[/i]

Bring death to the table? Everyone knew Death was a poor companion to have over for dinner. It was nice enough for him to remind them of the fact, but at the same time once again very much off topic. Frowning, Sacha reached over with the pole and gave the man a prod. 

He suddenly paused, looking to the mouth of the cave. 

“Quiet,” he spoke slightly louder this time, voice soft but commanding as he raised a finger to his lips, handing the pole back to Gary. The faint sound of voices and footsteps were quickly approaching, signalling the arrival of the other half of the group. He turned his head towards the dark haired girl questioningly. They were out of nets, and certainly weren’t going to be able to move these guys out of the way quickly enough. What should they do?