Dust watched the thing as it limped away.  he watched it until it went out of sight.  He sat down to breath for a moment.  Then he began to check his body.  he had a broken rip, or two,  no it was defiantly three.  This was really going to hurt.  He took a deep breath then set the first one.  He gritted his teeth and only half held back the scream before he set the next to. He checked the rest of his body, lots of bruises and laceration and a sprained ankle. He got onto all fours and then stood up.  He limped to his sword than picked it up and used it to put his wait on while he limped over to the tree line.  He cut some branches and retrieved some rope from a belt pocket and splinted his ankle.  More than the pain the thing that hurt was that that thing got away.  It hadn't gotten far though.  He didn't care what that thing was,  he knew his toxin,  there was no way that thing would stay up for long before the pain brought it down,  at least for a while.  He fully intended to get that blade back,  and to capture that thing.  It was personal now,  very personal.  He wasn't in any shape for another battle but if he could find it while it was down he might be able to do something.  Even better, if he found it at it's layer he could mark the location and come back as soon as he was healthy again.<br/><br/>He stared out in the direction the creature had flown for a moment than looked back at Vianna,  "I hope your feeling up to that hike because I'm going after that thing."  A dark determination burned in his eyes.  More than just simple rage or pride it was instinctual,  somewhere far back in back to the father of his fathers father or even farther.  Some ancient wrong was being remembered far older than him that his very blood demanded recompense for.