Mayakterra continued to fight as the bandits swarmed by him, he felt blood trickling from wounds scattered along his hide. The flow of bandits was slowing, but he smelled more than just the inferno from the hut next to him; other fires must mean they have reached the villiage.<br/>He stood on his hind legs and roared loudly, the few bandits who were still alive taking pause backing away from him, trying not to trip over the two dozen or so of their comerades scatter around on the ground broken, dying or dead.<br/><br/>Mayakterra looked around, but didn't see Sazze anywhere, he didn't smell coyote. Out of the corner of his eye though he saw on the other side of the bandits he fought, several me running deeper into the woods with a auburn haired girl draped over one of their shoulders.