He hears the rock crack on the ground. No crack of bone, no outcry, no thump of a downed soon-to-be-corpse. It is not nearly as satisfying. He roars, loud and sharp out into the fog. It echoes over.

"Come before him again, brother. COME BEFORE ONCE MORE AND YOU BEST HAVE DONE YOUR PRAYER WELL CAUSE YOU'LL MOTHERFUCKING NEED FOR IT!" He calls after.

But for all that, he lets the fucker go. He's not got the patience for cowards at the moment.