Behind you, you hear a mechanical roar, though it isn't from Thundering Moose; you hear Ram's voice in it, as well as the churning and screeching of metal being ripped apart. You then hear a dozen reports of a rifle behind you before your back is lit on fire with pain. You collapse to the ground. You can feel blood soaking though the clothes on your back. You lie under the ferns, incapacitated. Primal Ram is coming.