He was keeping as low to the gass as possible though the spears on his back marked his presence. He was making for the trees but it was slow going, his leg shifting awkwardly and unpredicatbly under him. He was cursing under his breath when he caught the dark outline of a shape darting out from the trees.

He froze, watching, but it didn't take him long to recognize the silhouette.

"Wyatt!"