Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

Unfortunately for him, Sirius would get the best of him. The sheer force and pressure of the Warlord's weight against his paws was too much. Peeling away as quickly as he could before his bones would be crushed, Gil made space between them. His breathing was slightly heavy and blood coating his tongue, he smiled. "Until next time, old man," Gil hissed before turning to take off toward the outskirts. He wouldn't leave his raiders to fight alone. No, instead he would wait along the sidelines until the last man stood.

- somewhat of an exit, but still in the vicinity -