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''Time to explain the songs in my character's forms. Or at least one of them. it'll make more sense if you listen to the song, or at least read the lyric sheet.''

Dylan

At first, the young boy was completely taken aback from the sudden rough treatment that he had just been given. It had been completely unneeded, and he felt something spark inside of him, something he only felt once, when his foster sister had been in danger years ago. He rose slowly, a challenging look in his dark eyes.

"I'll give you something to cry about," he snarled, and the man who had been behind the brief assault was suddenly frozen. Dylan wasn't very tall, only about 5'9'', and Nastasha was the same height, and to look intimidating to anyone was something that he could't pull off very well, especially when the person that he was facing off against was over six feet and twice Dylan's size in muscle. Still, he wasn't able to hold the appearance for long, and the taller man leaned against the stone building casually.

"Really?" he asked in an amused, condescending tone, which only fueled Dylan's anger. "What are you going to do? Fight? I can almost tell you with absolute confidence that you'll lose."

"I'd watch what you say to me, before I shoot you down" Dylan shot back.

The other three tribe members were looking very at ease with Dylan around, but they had no idea how much power that he could muster. The taller man laughed and tok a step forward, reaching behind him to pull out a bolt from a quiver that Dylan hadn't seen before. The man held the bolt out to Dylan.

"Go ahead, shoot me down!" he challenged.

Dylan only grinned and took the shining silver, bolt out from the mans hand. He looked at it carefully before he glanced up at the two people that were in his immidiate vision. Without any sort of warning, he flung the bolt right at the taller man. It didn't find its mark like Dylan had hoped but, it was enough to catch everyone off guard. Taking their distraction as an advantage, Dylan raced past them, leaving them to turn slowly to watch him after recovering from the sudden bolt that had been flung in their direction.

There was a small boat that had been tied to a post in the beach. DYlan wased no time in grabbing the rope and pulling forcefully, releasing the boat that it was attached to. He didn't slow his pace and jumped onto it, his head barely missing the mast. He paid no attention to the shouts of anger behind him, but before he started paddling off, he shouted.

"I really hate to say it but I told you so!"