"Wasn't a matter of who had what, Baz.  I suspect that as we speak, the fanged lady's forces are moving to cut off our escape.  They will likely try to set up at the lake."  Feign looks down at the handgun.  The slide is locked back, indicating that the last round has been fired from the magazine.  "They would have the perfect ambush advantage there.  Our only chance is to get there before they do."  No more mags, no more bullets.  His left arm is completely worthless for loading the crossbow, so only one shot from it left, and it was the shot his whole mission depends on.<br/><br/>As they walk, he pulls the bolt from his quiver and holds it between his fingers as he pulls back the bowstring with his teeth.  With a little twist of the wrist, he flips the bolt up onto the crossbow's groove, clicking it into place against the slightly magnetic rail.  Even in the dark, the bolt looks different, with a bulbous head instead of a sharp tip.<br/><br/>"Halvorson, I don't think I'll have time to tell you everything.  But do know that I am half Tengu.  Know that they are opposed to the furs, but will only fight if they are sure they can win..."  He looks down again at the loaded crossbow, the light of the exit aproaching.  "I will send them a message indicating that they will win if they side with you humans."<br/><br/>In the distance, the light of the exit is distinguishable as a rectangle...  The moment of truth is definitely approaching.