Ces finds himself growing hot and angry as he continues to look up at the gigantic bird. Behind his eyes one could see the grin of the Huntmaster and the hoards of the King's Hounds. He unconsciously flexes his former sword hand, his missing fingers like phantoms itching for vengeance. His clawed and gnawed face feels like crackling lightning. He growls:

I have fought Blight all my life, but I have been bled more by Mortal hands. We cannot face forward when there's teeth ripping the skins off our backs.

He spits on the ground in disgust.