OOC: Geez, this story is full of conicidences already 
Flaxis was starting to freak out from all the suprises. First, they had been ambushed by the Cartel about Darvek, then Calvarr had somehow snuck up on them. To top it off, the kid was acting like he was physic. Now he had to let
another "suprise" get away? Frex, whoever he was, was claiming that he ran away from the Cartel.
Flaxis didn't beleive that for a second, which he might have shown in his face when he had to let Frex go. As he sat on the rock, listening to Darvek and Frex talk about old times, he noticed that Calvarr had left quietly. He stood up, and, walking outside, he followed Calvarr's tracks. Honestly. The kid didn't even cover his tracks when they where being chased?
Flaxis finally found Calvarr talking to himself. Flaxis had been standing on the other riverbank, but he managed to catch the last words.
'Good Odd! Gryt IS my real father....' Calvarr said.
Who's Gryt? Flaxis was thinking. Suddenly everything became a nightmare, as something emerged from the black stream. Calvarr had stood up, and watching in awe as the thing emerged. He had no idea what it was. Once fully emerged, the thing look a large roar into the air.
"OH MY ODD! WHAT IS THAT?" Calvarr yelled.
"Kid! Get down! You don't want to fight that thing!" Flaxis yelled at him. He knew he had no way of taking on a mutated Big Bro slig by himself. He had seen them tear apart a Slig tank himself during the war. The only way he'd survive this was if Darvek and Frex came to help.
He did the only thing he could, but it was drastic. He quickly took a flare gun, and pointed it straight up, and fired a single one in the air. It would no doubt show the Cartel sligs where they were, but it was better then being torn apart. Hoping that Darvek and Frex had seen it, Flaxis roared and ran at the beast.
(OOC: Ooooo! Battle scene! Add on to this, Tom!)