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As Bill's eyes swept over Lolita's figure, she struck a pose with her machine gun to try and lighten the mood up. "Don't look at me! It's too big for you." she coyly batted at him. She then relaxed, back into a more normal pose. "But if you want a grenade, here. I got another pair anyways." Karl was right. No need to over think anything. And if they needed to, she could probably blast the way out for them. Bill was recovering fast, and it seemed too good to be true. Her armored gauntlet reached out to hand over the grenade. The pin happened to have a few teeth marks on it. "Don't mind the marks."

"Looks like it's a Grenade and the pistol, Billy." Versa chuckled, collecting Lo's offered weapon and handing it to Bill along with the pistol. Bill grumbled something about feeling like a woman before attaching the grenade to his belt and making sure the pistol was working properly.

Versa and Bill followed Karl, bill raising an eye at Karl's backpedaling, and versa chuckling to himself. With another person in the group, the tension felt a little less, and the group was able to continue on, down the path.

They walked for half an hour or so, but no change seemed to be happening, and the fog seemed to be pressing closer. finally, bill had had enough. He vocalized this frustration thusly: "WHAT THE HELL!?? WHERE IS ANYTHING!" throwing a minor fit of annoyance and frustration before quieting down again.

That's when they heard it. Footsteps. And they saw them. Shadows. And they felt it. A breeze. A stiff, circular breeze. Little bits of dirt and plant began flying up and around, obscuring vision iven further. Bill had to cover his eyes with his hand, but managed to keep most of his vision.

Through the wind, something large, shaped vaguely like a canine, Pounced.

Karl was quick to act and grateful he'd set his gun to Ops. He brought his gun to bear on the canine and shoved Davis out of the way with the same movement. He didn't bother trying to analyze the creature; Hume squeezed the trigger, loosing a burst toward the aggressor's center of mass.

"Keep it tight, guys! Call 'em when you see 'em!" he shouted over the sound of the arising battle.

Lo's lip twitched. They were gone. Nothing. Nada. Zip. There were craters from where her shots landed, yes, but nothing else. Not even footprints of those things. I hate it when I'm right...or, well, kinda right. Sort of. It wasn't the air, it got all of them, seals or not. But the fact was that something came about. And it wasn't pretty by the looks of things. Lolita spoke as calmly as she could muster, "Look on the bright side. Even if they weren't real, at least none of us got hurt." Inside, she was obviously distraught. I miss my ammo... She pouted inside her helmet as though she had spilled milk. That was better than freaking out at the other options. It was still a matter of time however, when she couldn't set aside reality forever. We're going insane! I know it! We're going to either run out of ammo and THEN get ripped to shreds, or turn on each other! I watched this movie dammit! Her hand clenched the folded up tripod even harder, trying to keep a close eye on her teammates without looking like it.

"Well, we're not getting anything done by standing here." Versa mentioned, looking about and heading off towards the direction the bootprints traveled. Bill grumbled and followed him, started to speak before Versa cut him off with "And no more talking, Bill. I don't want to be attacked again, even if it is nothing."

Bill grumbled again and kicked a small rock, continuing on behind Versa, who condinued to scan the ground with his helmet sensors, looking for signs of anything other than walking or running.

Corporal Hume shrugged. "Let's focus. We don't know what we're fighting, let alone what they're capable of. Eyes open, guns at the ready." It was a rather sudden change of attitude, but Karl didn't think so. He didn't like this situation, and Bill's and Lolita's behaviors were irritating him. Bill grumbling about... well, everything. Lo seemed to be too edgy for her own safety at this point. Just relax. Like I said, one step at a time, and we'll push through this no problem. Get all worked up and you're fried. Put 'em on the skillet, we'll have us a nice cannibal brunch fit for kings. Ew. Alright, that was a little too grotesque for Karl. Imagining eating his squadmates wasn't particularly enticing.

Focus. And focus he did, on the path ahead and their left flank.

Darkness shrouded the small, ragtag squad; Lolita was finally settled down a little. Not even she could stay winded up for so long. Though still tense, she could at least think straight. "Hmm. Lets try sweeping this area and try to find the footprints again. This is weird, but they had to go somewhere. And no splitting up, please!" Even though fighting the Drathonians and watching them mutilate someone with a frigging sword during battle was a horror story in and of itself, she still saw enough movies to know what was stupid.

"I say North." Bill suggested, before realizing he didn't know which way North was. "Uhh.. which way is North?" Versa just shrugged, the helmet's electronic compass was coming up empty. there was just left, right, forward, or backwards, really.

"Maybe following the footsteps the other way will lead back to the shuttle? Or could it be that this is where the shuttle dropped us off and we've gone the wrong direction? still, it shouldn't be gone, and there's no trace of a shuttle ever being here..." Versa would have rubbed his head, but his helmet was in the way. "Or we could just keep moving forward?"