There's might be a dry branch cracking that would warn them that someone is approaching. If only they cared to listen. They probably are not. Kell is not the most stealthy of people, no matter what likes to think about himself. He moves better in the city than he does in the wild. He's not prepared for the scene that he's just walked on to. Already irritated that he had wandered too far from the camp looking for more firewood - there's never enough of that - and hopefully something edible. Hoping he can find his way back or else he's truly screwed.

At first, he can't believe his eyes, his mind catching up way too slowly. But his instincts catch up fast noticing the pair fighting, a dead body with in a hooded cloak, its limbs askew at a weird angles, a one, horrified, but very much alive Acolyte trying to crawl away from the fact, using the commotion to cover up his escape. He doesn't get a chance to even get up from the ground. To the untrained eye it would look as if the earth itself tried to swallow the man whole, starting from his wrists and ankles. It's not. It's just Kell making sure the Acolytes doesn't run away. Besides, he's way too generous. He could have sprouted thorny vines to bind the man, like they did to him. He raises a wall of ice around the man for good measure.

Now, he has to deal with the other part of this scene. This is not how imagined his first encounter with search party will look like. Not from what he thought about when Viktor had told him they are coming for them all. He's not going to do something as stupid like try to separate the fighting men. He's just nearly escaped with life. He might have his magic back, but it doesn't make him less injured or exhausted. Kell counts that drawing their attention to him might at least pause the hostilities long enough for him to get at least a chance to learn what on earth is going on here.

"Have you both gone absolutely mad?!"