Stutely scowled, but the other two were right. Getting het up wasn't helping, they were only getting themselves in worse of a tangle by struggling against each other. So he stilled, and let Much get on with it, and he turned his attention instead to the forest floor beneath them, keeping a sharp eye out for the first sign of ambush. The racket they'd been making, they'd probably have been heard for miles, assuming there was anyone to hear. And there had to be somebody, since... well. Booby trap. Scarlet was right, what kind of mad fucking nutter—
"Oh, fuck me," he swore as Much's cackling rejoinder finally hit home. "Our nutter. Motherfucker."