Ouroboros Spine we've got crosses on our eyes

Turning an ear back to catch Sitri's offer, Mordecai nodded. Breaking into two groups sounded reasonable to him. They were already a small group, but the fact that the herd was small made it fair. “We might be able to grab a third, if we're able to incapacitate what we do get our teeth into.” They didn't have to go right in for the kill, he supposed. Crippling one, or even rendering it useless at getting away would be more than enough to keep the hunt going.

He lingered on the idea for a moment, before making the bold move to step forward. Mordecai itched to get the show on the road and felt that Sitri's addition was a decent amendment to his own plan. “Let's go in together and then break off,” he said as he ushered them ready, “I think we'll know which ones to go after first once we get the moving.” With the omition of faster to that statement, he turned and broke after the herd.

Which in their prompt confusion of sudden pursuit, displayed a sense of poor companionship. Mordecai watched as they clustered and stumbled, startled by the fact that they had been happened upon from behind. They coordinated themselves and began to scatter with confusion. It was only then that he realized this may have been a herd they had been thinning for a while, one that had bounced quietly back and forth between their basin-like walls.