"That you, Yorick?" muttered Twitch as the beast's flesh sagged into itself, recognising the fall into unlife. Before the spell was entirely finished, he was already folding his bow, resting it on his belt. It was over. The shooter was still somewhere nearby, though- Oh, no, she was coming forward now, perfectly placid, perfectly visible. The rat's eyes rolled, but he growled, still tense, still uncomfortable. A third fighter emerged, stowing a more complex-looking firearm; Twitch had a hunch that this might have been involved in blasting so many insects from around the creature. The question of where he was and how he'd got there swelled again in his mind, and he forced it down with pure scientific interest mingled with greed. That lightning beast was dead now. He wanted it.

"Are you all done with inflating the necromancer's ego? Don't worry, if it swells any more, I'll pop it for you. Pop. Pop. Heh heh heh." Twitch drawled idly as he hopped down the rocks. The beast had been the only target, apparently; If new markswoman and -man were safe around the mage, then he'd be fine. If he wasn't fine, he'd shoot something. Either course was satisfying. "And while you're enjoying your food-and-medical-supplies party, [i]I'm[/i] going to be riding this thing, you hear‽" Not slowing down as he hit the flat, Twitch leapt upwards, clutching at the meaty mess of the zombie, scrabbling up the beast's flank. There wasn't much hair left to grab on to, and the fascinating insects had gone with it, but Twitch still managed to crawl up to its impressive shoulders while it was docile. "Oh, look, now I'm the dirty rascal [i]and[/i] the king of the castle," he jeered downwards.

The view from the beast was considerable, and it helped the rat make out the figures in the distance. He whistled and pointed. "Hey, who are those? While I'm at it, who are you? We haven't exactly bonded over tea. Unless you have. Glad I missed it, then."