The clang of metal on the frame of the skiff drew Ahnciel's attention back to the man who quickly gained on him. Pulling his mask and goggles back up, his mind raced with ideas and intentions to jump off. His eyes narrowed as he fumbled with the pack, struggling to arm the crossbow while Azak was still out of reach. The pain in his shoulder proved to cause more trouble than he had hoped, the process slow even with the modified cocking mechanism. While sand and wind picked up, the Aylv slipped a bolt into place and looked up just in time to be met with the human bearing down on him.
A slightly muffled shriek of a roar rose from Ahnciel as the grip on his antlers were met with thrashing defiance. In the ensuing struggle, the crossbow went off, sending the bolt off into the dunes. "Give me a chance and I just may!" he barked, kicking at the armored man while being wrestled to the floor of the skiff, ears folding back in their hood-sleeves as Ahnciel reached for the shiv he'd freed himself with. In his haste, it'd been lost under in the cargo bags which he laid on.

The situation seemed to progressively worsen for the Aylv as a second skiff pulled up along side them, offering audience to his subjugation. "M-madam! [i]Gah![/i] Might I ask-!" He began, not above trying to trick the woman and those she was with into helping him. However, he was cut short by a bellowing roar from a beast who dragged themselves from the sand ahead of the skiffs.
Though Ahnci could hear it, his angle was less than ideal to get even glimpse of what made the sound. "I can help, Azak!" He hissed, though still insisting on struggling.