The cave was indeed a double-edged sword, but Egil was willing to take the risk. He might have been a dragon, not some ordinary prey, but he was still an animal being hunted and instinct was kicking in. The opening was just wide enough for him if he lowered his head and kept his wings closer to his body as to not damage them further. Whatever the huntress had thrown at him, prevented him from reverting to his human guise. He went deeper, deeper, until he found and area where he could turn around and face his pursuers again.<br/><br/>He stood vigilant as he waited. It was dark, he couldn't rely on sight alone. But they had either not followed him or had not caught up. He did not see or hear them. He waited. It was starting to get cramped in this space, he had to move. But still he continued to wait, perhaps to see of they had left him.<br/><br/>Egil shifted his weight and let out a huff. It was then he felt something shift beneath him. He listened again, and that was his mistake. He should have moved out of there. The ground beneath him gave way, sending him even deeper into this mine tunnel.