Argonaut

"Wait!" You hear Eclipsa call behind you as you turn to the door to bolt, but instead of the mouth of a cave, you hit the hard thick hide of a poorly dressed snapper, glaring at you.
"Argo! Don't let them go!"
You try to sneak through the gaps between Argonaut and the opening, and you can see the light from outside before suddenly all the air in your lungs gets pushed out. He is. He is standing on you. He has taken his frankly oversized foot and placed it right on your back while you were trying to get away.
"I'm going to have a word with Runic about allowing people here when they aren't actually wanting to be initiated. This is the second one this month."
"What should I do with this one?"
"We aren't in a good area to preserve bodies yet; besides, Empusa has the ones in storage down south. We don't really need this one. I hate getting rid of the possible recruits right out, but we don't have any veilspun to mindwipe this one...what do you think, Argonaut?"
He leans harder on your back, and your vision starts getting hazy at the edges. You think your ribs are breaking.
"Arahael always needs more fertilizer. It's recycling that way."
"Sounds good to me. Such a shame, they could've been something grand."
With that, he rests his full weight on you.
Next.