Instead of info, he got a burst of pistol fire as Avihs'es arm shot out and pulled the trigger.  A short 'braap' responded at it.  It had been a poorly aimed shot, and he'd been moving, but it's point was to distract, not kill.  He rushed forward, and smashed into Glaive, knocking him down as he made a run for it.  He gasped and turned his head over his shoulder, his crest perked up in fear.