Kain-- he remember this fucker. He'd taunted the man. The fear had been delicious. And better, it threw off the trail of all the others, the ones he passed information to instead nightmares.

Kain ain't so happy now.

He rolls, first instinct getting him out of the way of that swing, leaving it to hit the barkbeast instead and make a splatter there. He rolls up into a crouch, then on his feet, and he's running around with an eye on Kain's back and the pick axe raised.