Havoc kept making his way through the bog little by little following the scent.<span style="font-style: italic">Screw this</span>he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">I'm taking the high road.</span>He unfurled his wings and flapped them hard to lift himself out of the mire. He flew across the swamp following the scent and landed outside the swamp on the hard ground. He folded his wings behind him and continued to follow his noes.