The majority of the razormaws were slain and the others started to retreat with spiteful hisses and caws. Noctixmo lowered his sword watched them flee. As the shrieks faded away and the quiet sound of the breeze returned he looked at the piles of corpses on the ground. Nothing too taxing. His eyes widened as the sound of a deep rumble started to fade in. Slowly increasing in volume before a gale of wind started coming from the forest. The trees swayed and leaves flew past the group as a large metallic contraption lifted by thrusters stopped and hovered above them. A large airship. It turned 180 degrees away from the group and the back lowered like a ramp, revealing a crowd of what looked like armour-suited figures. They all suddenly snapped to attention and a red hue could be seen coming from the visors in their helmets. They marched forwards and... Off the edge of the ramp, falling a significant distance onto the ground below and collapsing - limp as a ragdoll on the ground.

"Uh..." Noctixmo raised his sword again, eyeing the figures lying on the ground.