As everyone else had dealt with the main horde Toth had stepped back, allowing the dragons fight whilst, using his pump-action crossbow to take out the Spawn that were trying to circle around them. Barbed bolts flew in a veritable hail, hitting arms and legs, torsos and heads as they fought, pining them to each other and the ground itself as they advanced
He finally ran low on bolts as the horde thinned, and he realized he was making a low moaning sound in his throat, and while the trained solider had been taking comm and during the fighting the reset of his psyche had run off to hid in the face of these horrors. He almost fell to his knees as the dragons finished off the Spawn, but managed to compose himself. He followed the group as they headed off towards the town hall, ignoring the oddly timed bickering between his 'Superiors' . He went up to Healer, who looked a bit shaken "Are you OK Ma'am." He asked, his bow still trained on the town shadows.