"He ain’t far ahead," the leader repeated. "Runnin’ like a scared fraggin’ rabbit, drekkin’ down his legs. Scragger, you and Putz go that way." He hooked a thumb that was almost as thick as Falcon’s wrist the other way down the narrow road. "Ralph here, he comes with me." He slapped a heavy hand on the back of the troll still hunched over a pool of vomit. "Well? Get the frag goin’."