Zame turned as he heard the creature's cry of pain. "That can't be good. Sounds like that thing is hurting the behemoth, wonder if it likes to play?" Both spears in hand, he twirled them around, one in each hand before going into a run. Only getting a few feet before a small army of Machea appeared in the distance charging for him. Studying the creatures and their number, Zame realized he was in deep shit alone. "Shit." Zame stood: the Keep behind him, an army in front of him, and the large machine by the mountain. "SHIT." Zame dashed towards the biggest opening he saw, which was towards the large machine. The Machea wave chasing after him Zame continued to run screaming at the top of his lungs, "Leave me alone!" It was hard to tell if he was being cowardly or being tactful, his voice echoed through the surrounding trees.