Gamma-Burn [i]screamed.[/i] While he could shake off the disgusting skin beetles that tried to break into his flesh, he couldn’t exactly shake off the horn, or the giant stab wound from the horn that messed up his shoulder. It was safe to say the man could no longer use his arm at that moment— and, safer to say, Sorrel overstayed his welcome. The specter now focused on running away, as far as possible, as quickly as possible… he [i]had[/i] to retreat, he couldn’t fight anymore. 

Silver lining! That launch gave him a bit more distance between him and the lumbering beast— it threw him into the open, but the open was next to dense and thorny bushes, and Sorrel could take any cover he could get. While the man could no longer freely jump and swing around, he could still [i]run,[/i] and he could still just get himself entirely lost within the greenery until he could crawl underground and call for help.