Rorik swiveled on his feet, the buzzing of the insect in his ears. He ducked just barely in time to dodge it, however he fell in the process, which is something you never want to happen. He tried to roll over, to avoid anything that would come down at him. He kicked out, feeling his foot connect with something. He pushed as hard as he could with that foot, and felt something snap. the pressure went away from his foot, and he regained his stance. Apparently, he had kicked a hole in the last moth. However, it still was not dead. As it charged again, Rorik fell back, doing soem form of crazy limbo, and this time he grabbed the thing by the wings and promptly snapped them off. He grabbed what was left of the thing and threw it onto the ground, stepping on its back for a finisher. But frst he had to ask,<br/>"Who is your master?!?" Rorik demanded forcefully, hoping to get the information out of the thing before it died.<br/><br/>Alas, it had died already from blood loss. Cursing himself, Rorik looked for anything that would portray the fact that he was still alive to his enemies.<br/><br/>Seeing nothign moving, Rorik brushed himself off, found his ration pack again, and headed off towards the castle.