A Strange Land

[Ian]

He paused when Loken did. He was no fool. As much as he didn't want to play damsel, he was pitiful weaker than Loken and he trusted the instincts of the other man. It felt like his eyes were straining in the low light. The fog continued to creep around them and Ian wondered, briefly, if it was ever going to stop. As his attention had focused upon the two figures walking in the distance of ahead of them, he hadn't noticed that the metal had stopped its figuration. Leaning against him was the metal construct of a very small tiger. Glancing down, Ian gave a quiet noise of surprise. Flicking his gaze between the feline and Loken, he couldn't help but flail his arms a bit. Leaning down, Ian attempted to brush his fingers across the feline's head and the metal construct only leaned more against him. <b>"Okay,"</b> he drawled out. <b>"Putting that on the list to figure out."</b>

Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the problem before them. He couldn't gather the details from where they were and wasn't that just disappointing?

While he had been distracted by the small tiger and the figures before them, he was taken off guard by the swarm of palm sized insects coming toward them. <b>"Holy shit."</b> Without realizing it, his palm brushed against the small tiger, before he jerked his hand away to swat at one of the insects coming for him. Instead, Ian pulled out a sword. Surprised, Ian jumped, the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up. <b>"How did I do that?"</b> Better question was actually how the heck did he <I>use</i> it?