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The petting wasn't unpleasant. It was sort of soothing for the little MRZ, but at the same time, poor Moe didn't know what to do. He shifted on the woman's shoulders and nuzzled into her mechanical hand, cooing softly.

Talon was half paying attention to what Moe was doing. Moe seemed fine. Moe seemed safe. The statues on the other hand had his full attention. If only he had some paper and a good light source he could get it down on paper to study later. Sadly, that would not happen.

He didn't like this place. It felt off. The Chi flow was off. Or something like that.

Talon sighed softly and followed after Nick, taking a small amount of time to cast light on the floor to follow her. Battery life and he didn't want to alert any light seeking predators that may or may not be lurking here.

And this new room? He stuck close to Nick, but back far enough in case she decided to move quickly forwards or backwards.

Moe? Too content to really care right now. The nice lady would make sure he was safe.

The light didn't illuminate enough, so Talon had to make due with what little he could see. And from what he could see, he didn't like much better. Sometimes he wished his curiosity had an off button.

That and he wished he had worked with Moe to be a seeing eye MRZ for situations like this. No doubt there was some night vision in that little Zoid, albeit probably not as awesome as the larger Zoids or even organoids ( or 'Leyenda' for that matter), but Moe probably had something in there. Then again, maybe not. The hooting and squawking could alert predators and that Talon was highly allergic to. And speaking of Moe, Moe was still lazily draped over Nick's shoulder, peering around inquisitively at the odd symbols.

He frowned as Nick stopped, the sense of doom increasing to capital letter 'D'. The walls would surely cave in on this one, or at least he thought. Falling walkways, enclosing walls, mazes that ended in pits of fiery, molten magma pits and the run of the mill boulder down a slippery and steep slope, usually leading to a massive hole in the wall in a cliff miles up... and that was a good case scenario! Yeah, Talon had done his research on the old Zodian temples.

So when he was told to stick close and move quickly to the center, he raised an eyebrow. Seriously? That went without being said. He couldn't see more than a couple of feet in front of him. Talon had hardly a choice in that matter, it was common sense to stick with the one that could see! He sighed, grunted an affirmative and nodded, following after Nick trying to keep in her footsteps in case the awesome ceiling decided to fall.

... Whoot! Pancakes! Well, not really what was going through Talon's mind. But it was close. Bug smear was a better term for it. Though, if Nick really wanted a spatula, there was one back on the Rev Raptor somewhere~ . . .

Her sudden movement made Talon pause. In fact, he halted in his place and pretty much braced himself for if she was going to go and maul him. Prepare for the worst and hold no expectations; always made him surprised he got out of situations with an outlook like that. But when that impact didn't come, he realised that instead of being held under her arm the woman's hand was extended.

Now, if this had been some lady he knew, like that Ice fella, he'd have made some snide comment about holding hands in the dark. However, he kept his tongue in check by simply reminding it that it could be squished by over one hundred tons of carved, carted, and gravity driven rocks... Or just impaled by spikes from a far distance below or above. Either or. They both ended up with Talon dead.

He blinked at the shape of a hand and frowned in thought. Her reasoning was good. In fact, he couldn't argue with that. And it was a nice touch to actually explain her action. He was curious to ask more about these traps, but figured actually experiencing them was far easier than trying to anticipate. "Understood. "

Talon took the right hand with his own hand, though lightly so that she could pull away if needed. He was considerate and all of that. No use of a firm grip in situations like this.

And his officers knew to just throw the darn file at him and tell him to go. The job got done, didn't matter how. They thought him to be much of a klutz and a goof ball; truth was, he was just practical. He would make a great mercenary, if only he didn't like the health benefits and constant paycheck the Empire had to offer. ( That and he did love his country even if he thought the Emperor was a dodo collecting watermellons. )

Eh... Talon wasn't really obeying her because of his military training, he was obeying because she seemed to know what was going on. Then again, he hadn't a clue she had been in the military. And he probably would have actually -gasp- cared.

As he felt her hand tighten, he frowned softly and took a breath. This was going to try his calm. He could just tell. Those were the shortest three seconds he'd ever counted, but he did keep up.

It was rather easy to ignore the walls closing in, or crashing down...or slamming together when he was focused on keeping up with the woman. It wasn't too hard, but he kinda didn't want to lag, hence why he encroached on that space as best he can, skidding to a stop when they were in the center.

It was then that he allowed himself a small bit of panic to set in in the form of a couple heavy breaths to calm himself. Her hand had grown a little warm. Come to think of it, it wasn't human. He frowned softly at the woman, now suddenly more curious about her.

Sure that nothing else would pop up out of the woodworks, Talon pulled out that LED light and flashed it quickly over the room. They lingered on the runes as he frowned in thought. Water, nothing, and heat... That spelled some doom for him. Or at least some trauma. He was mumbling under his breath, "Underground aqueduct, mass space of doom, and molten lava... Clever... " He the set to looking at the other pictographs, curious to what they told. They hardly told him much of anything other than this temple was build to worship the air, what with all the birdlike razor's bird statues about.

Now Talon was getting curious about what the woman was looking for. But he didn't make any move to move from where he was. He was getting the inkling that Leyenda knew where she was going, and knew the way out no problem. Less questions, the faster he could get out. ... and the faster he would get to the nearest bar to at least drink some sense into this event.

Moe was giggling, having enjoyed the whole running thing. This was fun! Really fun. Its little stump of a tail was waggin wildly, thus making its back end move.

Smartly, Talon stayed put. He was getting tired of using such a bright light since it washed out all the colors of the wall paintings. ( Petty, but it was a good reason in his mind.) He put it away for the time being and walked cautiously in a circle, looking around and squinting into the darkness. It wasn't so bad... only made the statues seem to fade away into harmless rock outcrops. At least it did in his mind.

If he thought it had been safe, Talon would have sat on the floor to rest and mentally brace himself for what would surely come. It wasn't safe enough, and who knows what was crawling on the floor!

Moe seemed to purr at the petting. The sensation may be odd, but the woman didn't mean any harm by those strange visions of that strange ZOID. Having hardly seen any other MRZ's or even once an Organoid, Moe didn't see the significance the those visions.

He spoke up, curiosity finally taking hold, "What are you looking for, Leyenda? " Some sort of treasure, he mentally answered himself figuring he'd hardly get anything in reply. She seemed up to something as she moved towards one of them statues. That made Talon quite uncomfortable as he had this mental vision of the statue coming to life. Pictures held a lot of truths in these places. Flying stone guardians suddenly didn't seem impossible anymore.

Talon just watched her tear something from the statue and winced at the desecration of artifacts. Well, he couldn't see her do it, but he could hear it and mentally he was praying to the gods not to smite them for that. He could see her move around and mark something on the stone. Marks? Probably for something.

He raised an eyebrow at her words. Yeaah, it was clear that he didn't believe this Leyenda. But he didn't doubt that some of her words held truth. From what he could gather she knew of this place and its traps from someone else. No way someone stumbled in here by accident would know about the walls in this room. "If you say so."

Moe peered curiously at what the woman was doing. How facinating! ...Wait it looked like one of them light thingies. What were they called again? A lamp! Yes! A lamp. ...But where was that bulb? Moe wagged its little stump of a tail more, tilting its head to try to get a better look.

His eye twitched as she lit the makeshift torch on fire. Fire! Out of all the things! Lets not rip off something of her cloak and use that, but use a viable weapon that could potentially get them out of trouble for a silly torch for him. Talon did take the torch though...and he could see the rest of the room just fine by holding it up. "Thanks..." he muttered.

...And thankfully the light was soft enough to not really blind him should he have to peer into the shadows intently. Well, not really, but he had a hope.

Now that he could see the depictions better he walked cautiously towards them, making note of the doors and the walls and the ceiling. More importantly where the sentinels were staring at. It was quite interesting.

And he then turned his gaze back to Moe who quickly hopped off to Nick's shoulder after giving her a good nuzzle again and scrambled to lounge on Talon's. Moe hadn't been too fond of the sudden combustion of the whip. Talon scratched the little demon under the chin, getting a coo for a response.

He gestured with the torch to the door with the bird symbol over it, suggesting that that was the way. Yeaah... Let's go with the drop of doom, he thought to himself.