with enemies like these who needs friends

Words could not describe the conflict Artisan felt as those stubby legs leaped up and onto his back. A temporary truce was one thing, but was this really necessary? However as the roar grew louder and the glow behind them intensified, Artisan begrudgingly accepted that if the raccoon could truly find them a way out of this nightmare, it was best for the colorful pirate to carry the thing along with him to safety so he didn't die before he could give the proper directions. "Fine!" He growled, kicking up speed as the otherworldly pursuer growled back.

Artisan was beckoned left and he hesitated only a moment before veering off obediently. For a split second he considered shifting his weight and chucking the raccoon to the right while he went left, but that would leave him high and dry if there was another directional split later on and no tour guide to direct him. They were nearing the end of the rocks, Artisan could feel it. Then he could drop the raccoon, kick him in the face, and make his battle preparations for the next time they'd meet when the truce was off.

"Speech"