D'Nafein wiggled his fingers digging out a lil hole before each eye. His blood had yet to stain this snowbank and so he was still hidden. The ache had sharpened briefly before it began to subside. He must have torn it open when he attacked Merry; Dna needed to find his attacker and put them on the defensive.
His eyes scanned the snowy battlefield, so far he'd only seen a musket and the gunshot that he had heard was too… Clean to be from a musket. Finally his eyes landed on a figure moving through an ocean of crates carrying an assault rifle. The rifle was far from clean but it was the most likely source. His eyes followed the rifle up to its owner and saw recognized… Kris!?!
D'Nafein felt a sharp stab of betrayal before it vanished. He realized he did the same to Merry mere minutes ago. This was why they were here. He could not blame her for what the vile gamemaster sorry imp forced her to do. Or what Dna was forced to do himself.
Circling the boxes he found a good point and saw his path. Bursting from the snow bank D'nafein rushed through the lake of parcels. He leapt atop one and scurried to one higher still. Pushing himself he forced some extra speed and leapt off a box above the Arch-Angel of Epica. Tomahawk raised above his head he roared an apology bringing it down towards her with all he could muster through his injured state.
He felt the tomahawk bite making him two for two in his attacks. Having no time to celebrate as they were split between individuals and thus didn't give a kill; Dna pulled the weapon free muttering an additional apology before sprinting off to find a hiding spot amidst the crates.