Garret took a aim and sent a heavy bolt at one of the "frozen" dogs. His mark went true. Though he had two bolts left in his box he was ready to use them. The golden light still surrounded him, closing his wounds.<br/><br/>A moment later the light vanished. The same time that his companions finished off the other dog. The Inquisitor was left in good condition. The gash in his arm had become only a scratch, which he could sleep off.<br/><br/>Still the shaking ground was worrying him. Ms. Smith told them to run, and he intended to, but several members of the group had been wounded and were engaging targets.<br/><br/>"Like emerald said, fan out into the forest and regroup. I'll do what I can for the wounded", Garrett said moving back keeping his crossbow readied in the direction of the shaking. It was probably big, but that wouldn't stop him from doing what he could.