With a stitch piercing his side, Xilon chased after Ash. She was alive! But he'd flown overhead in his dragon form and spotted a cluster of Tryns nearby including one of the huge bastards that were harder to kill than a wart-mong. His feet slipped in the mud but he grabbed onto a tree branch to keep his footing.
"Ash! Wait!" he yelled after her. She was headed straight toward the demons. If he didn't stop her soon, she'd crash right into them. Using all his strength and will, he burst forward. It was too soon to change back into his dragon form. His muscles already screaming from the recent change after he spotted her. None of the Tryns looked his way when he had flown over. And he hoped resting once Ash was safe would buy him some time to recoup before he faced the horde coming for them.
A few feet from her, Xilon launched himself into the air at her. He knocked her down. Both of them sliding into the mud.