Bart knows better. He knows better than to go out after dark lately, but unfortunately he has a bad habit of getting too caught up in work to realize the time. It means that he's running at a dead sprint with his research notes clutched against himself when the creatures start coming down on the clear night, only glancing behind him when he hears the sound of one getting closer. The hissing of the scorpion-shaped creature draws his attention before the blonde man and his steak knife does, and he only just looks back around in time to stop himself from careening straight into Leon and losing his papers in what would otherwise be a comical meet-cute sort of scenario.

"Sorry, sorry!" he stammers, and spins in place to get around the man before realizing that they're flanked on either side, an amorphous humanoid shape stalking toward them from behind. It means that his back ends up pressed against Leon's. He's shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. "Nonono not again-"