He inhaled and exhaled deeply, putting away the venom cards while he was looking at the battlefield one last time, then he went back into their makeshift shelter to pick up the two food-bags he had improvised, pulling them back out and opening them before he grabs some of the dried meat into his knee-pockets. "Alright, we're going to go, but we're going to do this as intelligent as possible. Everyone, grab some food and put it into whatever packs, pockets, or pouches you have. Even if we survive this and we make it there, we won't last long without food. Whatever we can't fit on ourselves is going to stay behind." The last part he grumbled, a little angry at this decision but knowing it was for the better for this plan to work. As soon as his pockets were as full as he could make them without limiting his movement, he took a lead position as he looked to the battlefield and pulled out a smaller handful of his venom-coated cards, divvying them between both hands before he glances back and smirks when everyone is fully-ready. "Let's go!" he speaks as he takes-off in an intentionally-slower run to allow everyone to catch up.