[h1][center][b][color=teal]Solomon[/color][/b][/center][/h1]

Solomon remained still as a voice came from above. It was violent, paranoid, and probably a warning of further harm to come. Of course it was something different from the seemingly mindless hordes behind them so perhaps it could be reasoned with. [color=teal]"We're not rats."[/color] Arguable point but still, [color=teal]"Just trying to make it out of here alive and we could use a hand with that."[/color] If they could even truly be called alive at this point, regardless Solomon had a desire to continue this state of existence and the wound he suffered indicated that future ones would jeopardize that.

Having no idea of the danger coming from above, much less being able to do something about it: Solomon moved forward cautiously towards the flash of silver from what must have been Ihosha's weapon so as to distance himself slightly from the mob behind them that was encroaching in wake of the fading light. He wasn't exactly sure what the plan was here but he was hoping somebody thought of something fast, as if they didn't someone how lose the ravening monstrosities behind them their situation would be even worse than before considering how much they'd all already exerted themselves. Not that he was sure they had much choice in the matter...