The intensity was so smoldering, that Papyrus was almost starting to worry for the hunters' well being. He thought they just needed to work out their frustration, but maybe this shouldn't escalate any longer...

"YES, PERHAPS IT'S BEST IF YOU LEAVE," he said in case the hunters didn't hear Dust, "WE DON'T ANYONE TO GET HURT, AFTER ALL."

One hunter spat on the ground before they all retreated, leaving some choice words as goodbye. If Papyrus had ears, they'd be ringing, but since he didn't he just watched and waved them goodbye.

"WELL. THAT COULD'VE GONE SMOOTHER, BUT I THINK IT WASN'T SO BAD, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED!"