Many of them stepped away from the skull as Aarav and a few others started swinging at the glass. It was thick and unforgiving. Aarav paused some swings in and pulled off his quiver and tossed it aside to put more effort into the swings. Enoch crouched near to top of the crater, her arms folded on her knees, torn between wanting the beast's dinner out of his maws and concern for her bone ax. It was replaceable, sure, but she wouldn't be able to go hunting until it was replaced. What would she do without hunting? 

She could use a bow. Her eyes fell to the quiver Aarav had discarded for his task. Her archery was good, but ranged hunting wasn't her thing. She liked to be acknowledged as the hunter by her kills. Hunting by archery felt like thievery, to her. 

There was the sound of something shattering, and Enoch blinked herself back into attention. Aarav had broken through the sea through scale, and was peering through. “It's cool inside.”
“Cool?” Another I'nik paused in her swinging at the monster and approached the hole Aarav had made. Aarav leaned close to it and sniffed. “What's it smell like?”
“Not a mouth.”
“Let me smell?”
“Hang on!” Aarav said, swinging Enoch's ax again in order to make the hole larger. 

Enoch caught the slight movement of the man within the beast's mouth, and she rose quickly, lifting Aarav's bow in her hands. “He's moving!” She hissed, as everyone was paying more attention to the hole in the creature than the man within. They moved back just before the monster's hard skin popped away with a loud and very strange noise. The I'nik's shouted in alarm and raised their weapons in defense, only to shield their eyes and back up as light blinded them. 
“Goddess of Light!” Someone swore, Enoch could barely hear as she wrapped her arm around her face to block out the light. She scoot backwards up the dune behind her, the blinding figure no longer the target for the arrow she had dropped. 

Then just like that, it faded, and it was no longer blinding, but darker, like the light was unable to touch it. The figure stood tall beside the unmoving skull of the bodiless beast. Enoch lowered her arm and still blinked, half-glaring at the figure.

“You speak our tongue?” One of the more seasoned warriors asked. His voice was muffled to Enoch, but she was sure it was Siel, one of the tanners. “Who are you?”
“He controlled the light,” Bhu gasped. “He is Orphanim embodied!”
“No!” Another said. “He beckons shadows! He is Adriel!”
“How can he be both?” A third asked.
“He can't.” Aarav snapped, standing beside Enoch. He glared at the stranger is deep distrust, Enoch's ax tight in his hand. “What are you, stranger? What beast did you slay?” He gestured to the skull behind the dark figure.

“Are you a God?” Enoch asked, earning a huff from Aarav. “Surely, you are not Orphanim, Goddess of Light. You are no woman.”
“Nor can he be Adriel!” Aarav said again. “Why has he not answered? Speak, Skull Rider!”
He raised Enoch's ax again in gesture, and Enoch reached over him and yanked it from his grasp. “Stop yelling at the Goddess.”
“Its not the Goddess!” 
“Well, stop swinging my ax at her just in case you're wrong.”
Aarav gave her a deep leer and picked up his bow in answer, slinging his quiver over his shoulder as he looked back toward the figure in the center of the sand crater.