Azak grunted as the Aylv tried hard to gouge him, before laughing, "You already know that'll do little more than scuff the plate, boy. Why do you keep trying?", he shook his head, before the Aylv nearly got it in his visor. Growling he shoved the boy forward against the leash in retaliation. He smiled cruelly at this, happy to be holding all the power here. Unfourtanetly, that was all about to change very quickly as the boys cloak billowed up seemingly from nothing, obscuring the skiff from Azak. This momentary loss of vision was all the stealthy little git needed, as he snipped the leash and jumped ship... or riding beast onto the skiff, a sickening pop accompanying him as it sped away from Azak and his wounded mount.

The bandit growled looking down at the cut leash in his hand and the skiff rapidly gaining distance between them. With a flick of his wrist he brought his cleaver to bare, the chain connecting it to his wrist revealing its length as he flung it at the back of the craft, managing to hook it perfectly. Taking hold with both hands, he braced for the sudden pull as for a few yards he was simply dragged through the sand, accomadating to his new speed. After a few moment though he started to climb, pulling himself up the chain bit by bit, inch by inch getting closer to the skiff. His arms ached and sand blasted into his visor but he was heedless to these obstacles as he dragged himself forward.
It wasn't long before he had caught up, and grasped the hilt of his great cleaver and using it to pull himself up into the skiff... mere feet away from the Aylv, "So, trying to escape already eh? Not smart boy, you'll have to kill me before I let you get away from me!", he growled and lunged at the antlered boy, aiming to grab him by the dangerous protrusions lest he try to aim them into his visor. No one escaped Azak, not while he drew breath.