It took a few seconds for An-Hasst's surprise to turn into a certain feeling of triumph. The very flamboyant, but obviously no less flawed magic of that strange woman that had almost occurred out of nowhere just like herself gave him confirmation that one should not trust everyone just because he [i]looked[/i] trustworthy (which Mags had not done in his eyes anyway!). If eyes could speak the stare of his would have told the priest just that.

However there was another chain of events unfolding rapidly at is seemed. The dwarf, let's say, 'tunneled' through the bushes. At close to eight feet the obstacle was far more significant for the half-giant though as there was much more surface area available for any thorns, branches and leaves so impact on. An-Hasst pulled the hood of his armored cloak as deep into his face as he could, barely leaving enough of a slot of vision to navigate.

Worgs ? Did an inhabitant of the Kaelic isles have to know much about that living phenomenon if one was going to kill it anyway ? Well... from a good soldier's and tactician's point of view hell yes, one should! That didn't chance anything about the actual void the Skayleigh's memory returned once asked for information about them. They had to be fierce, ugly and despicable beings though, given the carnage he could now see as he made his way into the ruined village.

He spent a moment to watch what Settionne would be doing ? Would he try to hide behind him or would he pull his weight and fight properly ? He would've never admitted it openly, but actually he now had a vital interest in the priest's survival. Who knew what injuries would need urgent treatment once this was over ? So the decision was made not to try and kick the man's butt if he'd go for the former option.

The watch was a very momentary one though. There was no time to loose to find some suitable defensive position. An-Hasst deeply disliked the fact that they were forced to fight inside this maze of ruins. His crossbow's strengths were enormous firepower and range, but in here the latter advantage was almost completely irrelevant while time for reloading was not. Therefore the Skayleigh didn't bother himself with preparing an initial shot (which wasn't ready not only because of the permanent tension on the bow but also because the thing would've been in permanent danger to be triggered accidentally while being strapped to his back or getting packed), but straightforwardly reached for the two long bajonets. Being the impersonation of size and muscle he was the Skayleigh looked like he'd try to fight his way out using brute force.

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