[That was how their loud growls translated, their frustration evident. The breaths ceased as they noticed he had moved yet again. Teleportation was not something they were accustomed to dealing with, and they still relied on Ashton to do the maneuvering, which the man could barely keep up with.] S-stop th-- [The sensation of something slicing through his shoulder stopped his words, and he grunted, tumbling to the ground as the object continued to fly. He rolled several times, managing to come to his feet, and upright, somehow. There was a loud hiss from behind his ear, but he paid it no mind. He couldn't focus on them right now. He needed a weapon, he needed ... something, anything to help him.]