Payne stood with his feet firmly planted in the ground, his thoughts racing as the werewolves had approached him. He took a deep breath and heard his father speaking in his head to him, telling him to be brave even in the face of death, but this wasn't the death his father was probably thinking of. Payne could see it now, his own body being ripped limb from limb, and his organs being strewn apart. He sighed as he looked and planted his feet a little more firmly on the ground, and shut his eyes.

Within an instant he was going to be fighting harder than his body would probably allow him to, as he thought of all the faces he saw on that night, and all the faces he had met before hand. He sighed lightly and his eyes shot open as he felt something tap against his back, the chains of his armor, making just the slightest noise amongst the chaos around him. He looked at the ground and doing his best to look at the werewolves before him, and he saw a pebble.

Eh I'm gonna die either way, might as well see who threw that first he thought to himself before turning and seeing a group of people, his heart went from it's hopeless pit of despair and thought of possible death to a happier thought. He looked at the werewolves with a smirk before placing his sword on his shoulder, letting it gently rest. "Sorry I don't feel like being dinner anymore, gotta run," Payne said and turned tail and sprinted as fast as his body would allow him to with the claymore on his shoulder. He got close to the group and smiled with relief as he turned back to the face the werewolves he had just run the short distance away from, and he called over his shoulder, "Glad to see there are other people out here, I thought I was a goner over there," He stated as he heaved his mighty blade off his shoulder and held it at the ready, trying to think of how many different things could happen at this point.

He looked at the two people and the dragon and backed himself against the first tree he could so nothing could sneak up on him. He wanted to at least stare death in the face before it got to him, not let it creep up from behind and shred him apart. He took a deep breath and held it before letting it out and considering taking out a cigarette, but he didn't have time to smoke in the situation at hand.