Saturday doesn't bother answering. She gathers what's left of her strength and leaps, landing more or less smoothly on Allroan's back. She's small, but compact and heavily muscled; she probably weighs more than she looks.

"I got it, go!"

The thing below them groans and snaps at them as Alloran launches himself, trying to grab at them. She slashes at it, trying to keep it off so he can get airborne, and holding on to one - weird horn thing - with a grip like steel.

"Stay down, fucker!"