"Tch-" Ran's interference, as usual, is unwanted, and Chikusa's grit teeth can be seen as he glances back at her. This is the last thing he needs, the last thing he wants, and it's only becoming more clear that there are too many people now invested.

"Let go. I have to go after him." Astaroth curls to peer over his shoulder, pupils aggravated slits as the enormous snake hisses softly.