An-Hasst took a massive leap to the left flank of the group. At this point the more elven part of his blood probably became very obvious as he, in full spite of his colossal size, was very fast to be in the air and following a more or less unplanned trajectory right into the nearby bushes. Luckily for him armor of pretty much any kind had a massive tendency to prove helpful in the midst of thorns -- not like those would have been any protection against [i]this[/i] kind of predator. The beast looked as if it would eat Argon alive happily, if necessary.

His melee weaponry would hardly be of any use here and in fact the Skayleigh doubted that anyone's truly would, unless one was extremely daredevil and halfway immune to massive tails flailing around. Aside from this he had dropped his halberd before the leap anyway in favor of maneuverability. As An-Hasst reached for his crossbow, he silently asked himself how the villagers and themselves had been able to miss that creature all the time. Suspicion that the Dorcha had something to do with it were not far away, didn't solve the problem however: They had been in their underground network, too. So the only theory involving the Dorcha that sounded halfway reasonable was also the most uncomforting one: That thing had been brought here very recently and on purpose.

The first bolt was launched with a hissing noise accompanying it. Believing that the beast might be able to backtrack the impact, the Skayleigh changed position immediately afterwards, but didn't leave the thickest he had maneuvered himself into. Maybe that wooden mess might actually be useful in terms of reducing one's visibility and hopefully his sideways attack would help confusing the enemy.

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