[h3]Vaughtar[/h3]

The situation developed - for not saying 'worsened' - much faster than the gargoyle had anticipated. Vaughtar instantaneously decided that it was damn time to head out and be of assistance as even he could hear the incredibly loud sound of this strange kind of weapon the marines were using and smell blood. It smelled exactly the same as it did on Munimis...

One could guess how many calories he was burning off during the seconds of his ascend. The dark, grey creature vanished in a plume of white dust as it launched forward on all four as if there had been a really big thing in front of him that he had suddenly wanted to rip into innocent pieces. However it was 'just' him breaking through the cloud, already airborne after just like two dozen feet or so. On the ground, the whiteout continued to grow as now air was pushed downwards onto the snow cover with each of his wing flaps.

Vaughtar didn't go up to a high altitude however. Both the severely impaired visibility conditions and the fact that the distance he had to cover was rather short made it futile to go anywhere above like 50 feet. The downward slope increased his speed rapidly, reducing the few hundred meters to a very short hop.

But where to engage ? The snabbit's hole was already blown out and the marines seemed to be able to keep them at bay quite well. As the gargoyle circled in order to assess the situation more closely, he felt pretty oversized for fighting such small creatures. However Natasha seemed to be in distress, and though it appeared that the marines could open fire on her pursuers, he decided to kick himself into action by performing a slam-dunk approach.

He didn't flare. Behind Natasha, there was an enormous thud moments after Vaughtar's shadow had gone over her head. He had crashed deliberately, creating a mess consisting of a wall of snow, another white cloud and snabbits buried in it. According to the trail of blood, he had made ground contact on at least two of them and spread their bodies along his line of skidding. Now what did the marines call these things they had just used for blowing that hole ? He didn't have the word at hand, but he tried to get airborne and out again as fast as he could in order to allow them being less hesitant about using it again.