"Quick, hop on!"
Malestrom swings and Rayne sways with the weight of the weapon as he puts the rest of his energy into cleaving the Beowolf’s head clean from its body with his halberd. The rest of the Grimm aren’t deterred by the fallen body of one of their own, but he’s too tired to fight anymore and is already struggling to even hold his weapon properly. He’s given up hope when the shout catches him off guard and garners more than just his own attention.
“ W-who . . . “ Rayne couldn’t recall any name to put to either the voice or the face. A stranger maybe but he has no time to grill him for the information not when faced down with Grimm and the choice to run or die. So he takes his order, retracts Malestrom so its easier to carry, and does ‘hop on' following with, “ Thank you ! But time is scarce I suggest you put the pedal to the metal or however the saying goes ! ”
