[Rory was quiet during the time he held onto Phasma. He did not want to talk about it. He did not want to think about it. The faster they could finish this and never speak of this again, the better. At the very least, this helped to conserve energy that he would undoubtedly need for the journey ahead.

While he had hoped to get his feet on solid ground before any monsters came, that was not going to happen. As bizarre as the creature looked, he did not hesitate. His knife was not of much use here. Instead, he grabbed his shield. It may not be much for this battle, but it was vital protection should those talons get too close.]

He's alone.

[He reported, bracing for battle and keeping watch for any further signs of trouble.]