Ushumgall had an excellent sense of danger. He hadn't even had time to fully think when his legs were already slightly bent, ready to lunge or strike, his eyes narrowed, his fists clenched; he was completely alert, like a cautious predator. Without losing sight of the insane creature, but trying to identify anyone with a semblance of sanity, he cautiously steps backward, keeping his back to it and avoiding sudden movements.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers