Bringing himself upto full height, the Hyena crept closer to the battle, taking a moment to observe the scene. Apparently, his team had other ideas, regardless, this turret was not his concern. The one amongst the wave of minions however, was. Backtracking through the dense overgrowth of the jungle, he eyed a small grove, within, a small contingent from the strange reptilian tribes that lingered Within Summoners rift. He still felt sluggish, the effects of summoning taking their time to wear off, he was nowhere near his full potential to hunt just yet. Nor was he equipped, armed only with a robust hand scythe, decorated with a skull. It had it's uses. He peered at the creature in the grove once more, a sinister smile cutting into his face, perhaps the lizard folk could assist him with his path to dominance of the battle to come. Descending on the Elder lizard, unrelenting in bloody ritual, the Were-hyena made short work of the tribesman, it's power now coursing through his veins, red mist beginning to gather around him. All that would tell of his presence was the bloody grove, and stained corpses he dared not eat. He had a more acquired taste.<br/><br/>Glancing up above, thinking he may have saw something out of the ordinary, his nose twitching as it attempts to pick up a lurking scent. No, it was too early, his senses were awry, and he was far to fragile of mind to care about ghosts in the corner of his eye. A low growl coming from his midsection. In agreement, he headed back towards the top lane, hoping only that the invader was near his turret.