Blackfeather Woods look to your kingdoms — i am coming for them all

vaguey vague

And so they fought.  Colt barely even paid attention to who he was attacking; faces only distracted.  Instead he tore and they tore in return, a dervish of blood and snarls.

He hadn't expected it to be easy, but the fight was more evenly matched than he could have supposed.  At the end of it, the others were running, but he dropped blood from a good many wounds, the deepest of which in one of his legs.  He turned to appraise it but it would hold his weight for the walk home, which was most important.  He did not pursue; he had no interest in killing.  The goal had been made, and hopefully they would think twice before returning to threaten the Caldera once more.