Ahnci grunted as he sat back against Azak, ears standing up in surprise from the tug before gently folding back again. It was bad enough the locked device was put on him, being jerked around and called 'pet' was just rude and he'd likely be glaring daggers at the man for such disrespect if it wasn't for his gear. " I vould not be here if you simply left me alone!" he barked, giving the man a jab of antlers with the flick of his head and leaving another scuff in his chestplate. The tips of the antlers were a bit mushroomed at a few of the tips, a testament to similar efforts which would have normally been gouging into the human's ribs if not for their armor.
Though he knew the attack was in vain, it still helped Ahnciel feel better to lash out a bit.

By the time he looked back, the Aylv had lost sight of the kid. With a huff, he resolved himself to silence before the weight of the human's hand startled him, ears caught between the fingers of their keeper. They fluttered with indecision as he tilted his head to instinctively follow the hand before the fingers gripped around them to pull his head back.
Ahnciel yipped, reaching back to hold the hand and keep it from pulling any more before growling at Azak's words. "Your kind brought us upon themselves!" he hissed, tipping forward to pull the ears through the pockets in cloth, leaving Azak with a fistful of hood before catching another jab to the side of the helmet...dangerously close to the opening in his visor.

In the moment of the opening, the roar of an engine drew his attention to the rapidly approaching sand skiff. Though Ahnciel had never ridden one of the precious crafts, opportunity never looked more tantalizing. 
The side of the Aylv's cloak billowed from a hand running up his thigh before a glint of steel flourished from the cloth, snipping the leash. The knife was jagged and inelegant, likely a chunk of armor beaten into shape with a rock and sharpened with a wrapped cloth handle, but it served its purpose well enough. Rolling off the side, he clung to the saddlebags while sawing off one which had what felt like particularly crossbow-like contents. The hasty task was messy, cutting the Yunik in the motion which caused it to buck enough to throw him off in the same motion of separating the bag.

How close his keeper was on his tail, it was tough to tell as Ahnciel was more concerned with throwing himself in the path of the speeder.
What seemed like an attempt at suicide might cause the craft to swerve, though the glint of steel extending underhanded made it look like some sick kind of martyrdom with the intent on attacking its occupants. Of course, both of these assumptions were wrong as the loud clang of metal rang out from the small figure hooking the knife on a bar of the roll-cage and was subsequently ripped off his feet.
In spite of how badly his shoulder ached from the pop of joints strained from the momentum, Ahnciel held on long enough to drag himself into the cargo bed in the back. Hissing curses and kicking in the air, the aylv got comfortable enough while inspecting his likely dislocated shoulder. He appeared oblivious to the occupants behind him while pulling goggles up to his forehead and mask down into his scarf before chuckling, "Pardons. May I?" with a grunt of pain.