[It's not a lot, given how stressed out he is, to really draw Tyki's attention. In the heat of battle he's hyper focused on just about everything, from the way the horde continued to grow to the way it came in waves and large numbers. It was enough to give him a challenge, his usual carefree battle stance hidden by a rough and grim expression, catered with the need to continue fighting even as his arm registered to low levels of usefulness. It's likely fractured, he looks a mess, and yet the call is clear.
At first he's skeptic, his ears canting upwards to listen, the pull of it beckoning him towards it. He's not unaware of the dangers within the horde but he's continued to strive to keep moving regardless of what happens. He stalls, only a little longer, to assess whether or not it was carnival calling or the horde rallying their troops. The last thing he wanted to do was run into the Huntsman himself. He's moving again, towards the horn summoning him, and makes quick work of getting there with a few bursts of speed.]
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At first he's skeptic, his ears canting upwards to listen, the pull of it beckoning him towards it. He's not unaware of the dangers within the horde but he's continued to strive to keep moving regardless of what happens. He stalls, only a little longer, to assess whether or not it was carnival calling or the horde rallying their troops. The last thing he wanted to do was run into the Huntsman himself. He's moving again, towards the horn summoning him, and makes quick work of getting there with a few bursts of speed.]