Oh great. Another whack-job coming to mess my life up even more. Zmerr thought as a panther jumped out of the trees and split the ground beneath their very feet. He wasn't even scared anymore. Just sorely annoyed. All he'd wanted today was maybe a dozen fish and this what he got. Half a dozen idiots instead. He shook his head.
"There's no point." He said. "This one's hell-bent on killing the other guy." He pointed at the woman with his thumb and then at the man. " And that one over there thinks he can scare them. Obviously, it isn't working." He pointed at the one with the pointed ears and rolled his eyes. "All I want is a few fish and here I am with an injury and surrounded by these loud-mouths. I am definitely not eating tonight. Thanks, guys." He didn't even try to disguise the sarcasm.
He tried to stand up again, this time managing a leaning posture as he put most of his weight on the uninjured leg. Being able to put a little bit of pressure on the hurt leg meant it probably wasn't broken. In which case, his situation wasn't totally hopeless. He held a hand out to the man. "My gun, please." Poison dripped off of the ends of his words as he glared at the man, getting angry now. "And if you wouldn't mind handing me my pack too, I might be generous enough to forgive you wasting my precious supplies. It's not exactly easy to travel to mainland to get them and certainly a lot harder to bring them here without getting caught."