Unwilling to let go without his prize, the man's head was forcibly wrenched away from the claw, taking quite some meat with him as the other talon clamped down on his head, his working arm still blindly reaching for the sword, he soon gave up and instead grabbed the claw that began to tighten around his skull, trying to pry it off.<br/><br/>Teeth audibly clenching onto one another as the wounded Hellguard tried to withstand her pain, she slowly picked up her crossbow again and began to load it anew.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Swiftbeak must have noticed something, case may be that he had to act fast without time to alert us. Fasten your pace, as quickly as the wagon allows. Weibel Baletia, form a rearguard of five, yourself included, at our back, have the rest keep ready while taking defensive positions around the wagon." Morr ordered, on his command the expedition taking up in speed up the path that would normally lead to the outpost.