Trevor just manages a huff at the jab sent back in his direction, though there's almost a faint amusement in his eyes at it. He isn't one to dish out what he can't take, and bantering is as much a familiar battleground as physical violence is to him. However, he isn't able to respond beyond the exhale of air before they are descended upon by the attackers.

While he has some weapons that are enhanced, he's but a mere human and has to run on foot once they have beaten back enough of the horde. He might be brash, but even he knows that sometimes it's better to live and regroup in order to fight another day. The only caveat is when the battle decides whether there will be another day or not, but so far things aren't quite that dire yet.

"They certainly felt familiar enough with us to want to get up close and personal," he replied, the facetious edge to his words belied by the darkness in his gaze. He gave a shake of his head, wiping a hand across his head to clean some of the sweat. "No, never encountered them before. I heard about them though, bits and pieces, if they are the group I was hunting." She had merely been a side tangent he'd stumbled upon when hearing the town he was passing through mention her presence in the forest.

"There's an old cabin on the edge of town we might make it to before sunrise. Word in town is that the owner disappeared some weeks ago, nobody's claimed it yet. We can regroup there." He didn't really care if she survived, but he didn't want her possibly falling into the enemy's hands until he knew what they planned. "I take it you haven't seen them before, either?" he questioned as he began heading in that direction, seemingly unperturbed about making use of a dead man's residence.