Macid attempted to pull his head into his body, as a turtle would, at Max's comment. He had always been afraid of ghosts and Mortis' appearance wasn't helping. He didn't say anything more as he didn't want to hurt her feelings. When Hero bolted off and alerted the guards, he stomped his foot and cursed loud enough to let the next town hear him. He stashed his book in the belt of his pants and grabbed his bag, quickly tying it up so that he could swing the meat around and had a nice grip on it. Taking a stance with his bag of meat at the ready, he ranted softly so that it would be hard for anyone to hear, but not impossible. "I come into this world with no means to defend myself and you attack us with no rhyme or reason, try and kill me because he ran around a bit, and almost cost me my arm. I will not let you kick me around so easily this time. Come and get me you worthless sacks of meat. COME AND GET ME!!!!" He yelled the last part of his rant, the stress of yesterday and today pouring out.