"Idiots!" Graorin growls to himself as he draws to a stop. "Idiots, idiots, idiots." He looks over at Val and shrugs. "No choice, right, Val?"

The horse tilts his head, looking at Graorin inquisitively.

"Right then," Graorin says, drawing his spear, and charges the crab, though he probably won't get there this round.