*Most kind of hang back, like they're not entirely sure what to do with the two human children (and amin child) they've caught, but a couple will move to get them down. the net is lowered and the five men move in to help untangle the children. Once free of the net, though... they're gabbed and held. The one that snatches DB doesn't wait, he pulls a knife and draws it across DB's throat*
Man1: *drops DB once it's done*
Man2 and 3: *are /holding/ Dmps back*
Man4 and 5: *are sitting on PJ*
Woman: No! *rushes up to DB, clamping a hand over his neck* How could you?! They're /children/!
*DB, fighting for air, feeling his life quickly draining away, will be /flooded/ with intense pain. It'll be enough of a shock to keep him conscious. He'll feel the flesh of his throat knitting back together*
*There's nothing but cooperation and gratitude from the boys as they're untangled, then startled protests as they're grabbed . . . and SCREAMS from PJ and Dmps as DB's throat is slit!*
Dmps: BASTARD! THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! *is stocky and /strong/ for his age, plus he's a wrestler /and/ has other combat training AND the powerful adrenaline rush of being about to lose his little brother . . . yeah, those two only /think/ they're going to hold onto him!*
PJ: *SNARLING, BITING, SCRATCHING, THEY /WILL/ LET HIM UP!!!! – has the same training Dmps has, /and/ the same ADRENALINE*
DB: *eyes /wide/, one hand /latching/ onto her arm – there's no fear or hate of her at all, either for her race or her ability, only a panicky HELPHELPHELP!!!*
