Whitefish River And if the night is burning,

The herd scattered and Hieronymous did his best to guide them down the mountain instead of to the top and away from their trap. They only needed a few to give Orlaith a pick, and a few he did give her. As soon as Orlaith picked her target, the Constable was on the move. Swiftly leaping down the mountain's rocky side, his muscular body with steady footing making quick work of the distance to aid Orlaith in taking down the creature. She took the rear and so he went in for the killing blow, lunging at the mountain goat's neck and using his momentum and gravity to add to the power behind his bite. 

Despite the thing's valiant effort to shake them off and free itself from their grip, the suffocating grip Hieronymous had around its neck quickly sucked the strength out of it. Until it stopped moving, he wouldn't let go.