Lukas didn't know if he was crazy.
Instincts could be dead wrong, but still he followed them and was alive till now so that was something.
At this point, the rest of the wyverns had taken their Wailing Goat captives and then took off into the air.
The remainder of the goats should have ran away, but then they saw the remaining outsider—Lukas and wailed at him.
"Fuck." Lukas covered one ear with a hand, but the other eardrum burst again and sent him into another world of pain. He tried to run away, but then awkwardly lost his balance and fell into the ground.
"Right, ears and orientation or something." Lukas grumbled as he sat down on the ground and raised his dagger defensively. He hated the fact that he needed to recover, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Rather want to deal with you lot while sitting down instead of tripping down my face like some kind of idiot." Lukas muttered and bared his fangs.