(Ehm... I feel kinda off about this post, given I feel Springlatch was played for without my, ah... use but... I'll ah see what I can post with the given material.)<br/><br/>Springlatch was off scouting the perimiter the moment he said he would have time to do so and returned soon after, before the march started before so. His speed was clearl and he knew well enough how his frame broadcasted his speed. A life of running can do that to one's frame, running and moving silently as scouts tend to do.<br/><br/>It wasn't soon after that the ground started turning red the jaggi made his move. Rushing in to start break out anyone and everyone captured with quick efficiency. Though lockpicking wasn't his forte, busting a lock was a simple enough feat and with a growing army of angry exprisoners following behind him as his own platoon it was becoming quick and efficient task of breaking them. Though, full escape seemed to change as the raiders seemed to be recovering a formation of their own. Even with Mav's blast of lightning breath he knew well enough that the raiders could regroup with efficiency. If anything, a birdwyvern is quick to spring back to it's feet if not killed right away, seeming to have no indicator between 'Fully alive' and 'Almost dead'.<br/><br/>He'd look over at the bird wyverns he had freed and chirped back at them in a response as a black lighting of his aura began to dance between his claws, talons, and teeth. Readying himself for a fight it seemed he would instruct what would essentially become a full scale prison riot of understandably angry bird wyverns... And maybe an alatreon if he so wished to join in the soon to becoming carnage.