Twitch was fairly fortunate. A distance warrior by nature, the beast's raging claws held no fear for him. The arc of electricity was less easily avoided. Scrabbling on all fours over a steeply sloped surface squinting every which way for a hole to crawl in, a bang ricocheted from somewhere among the mountainside, drawing his gaze for an unwary moment. A flash from behind threw his shadow over the stones as the lightning curled and cracked over his drooping tail during his glance. There was a brief and violent squeak as the rat's rear body underwent a forceful spasm, nearly flipping him frontwards. When his legs landed back on the gravel a second later, Twitch hopped convulsively, well over his standing height, landed in a licheny depression, was gone in the blink of an eye.

The new mousehole was wider than the old, shallow, littered with pebbles broken into odd forms by avalanches long forgotten. It offered little shelter from any direction except lower down the slope, where the skirmish was roaring. This was all that was really necessary, but Twitch felt unsafe nonetheless, distantly conscious of his tail curled in pain, distantly musing that his acute nose could smell his own sizzling fur, keenly aware of the firearm he'd heard discharged. His ears perked up, taking turns to listen to the beast and the rest of the slope. On one hand, words, a brazen chant that brought to mind [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121025183835/leagueoflegends/images/a/a3/Vladimir_OriginalSkin.jpg]Vladimir[/url], [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140529201517/leagueoflegends/images/c/c9/Karthus_OriginalSkin.jpg]Karthus[/url]... The darker mages of the League. On the other, the breeze, lifting and slowing, mundane. Left ear, roars over the sound of the crossbow winching into readiness. Right ear, a shuffle.

The chill was playing in his favour in this, gusting towards the fight, muffling sounds from that direction, carrying noise from the other. Premonition was admittedly involved; Twitch couldn't hear much of the shooter, couldn't spot them from his shallow ditch, still knew someone was there. Watching him. Aiming, presumably. A nerve jumped on Twitch's face and he hissed as he stood to release the next bolt, taking in the relevant details of the scene, aiming into the decay boiling under the caster's magic. There were far less energy flies now. Whether the mage down there had seen to them or whether they were caught in his sticky trap or whether some other fighter had killed them off, he couldn't say. Twitch bolted for the next ridge, looking for something more sheltered from the hidden shooter.