Slowly rising, ripped off pieces of cloth forming a tight bond around her stump, breathing heavily, the wounded Hellguard, crossbow finally loaded again, slowly made her way over to the still struggling madman, eyes dazedly set onto the man's face, head barely visible under the talon.<br/>Roughly shoving off the gryphon's claw from the madman, who again opened his mouth to laugh, she immediately slammed the crossbow into his maw and pulled the trigger.<br/>The giggling turning into a bloody choking instead, she pulled back and slammed her boot again and again onto the bolt, kicking it through the man's skull without mercy.<br/><br/>Soon, the golden orbs that were his eyes rolled back in their pits, lower jaw half torn off, forehead cracked open, blood, skullsplinters and gooey brainmatter flowing out.<br/>Breathing heavily, the Hellguard took a few steps back, before sinking to her knees, crossbow still clutched in her remaining hand as she wearily stared at Swiftbeak. Eyes defiantly narrowing, she began to reload again.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Soon, the expedition was capable of setting their eyes on some sort of carnage in the distance, the form of Swiftbeak easily noticeable though not much else, though it would still take some time till they arrived, time was not a luxury they had "Weibel Belatia, you have command now! Soldat Truckwell, soldat Aron, with me! Sister Elia, I suggest you prepare yourself to provide medical aid soon!"<br/><br/>Riding ahead, the two Hellguards behind him, Morr took to a quick pace. He would arrive in mere minutes.