These three are obviously comfortable with one another, so while Cullen doesn't hesitate, he does split his focus between the rush up the rest of the hill, and watching how they move together. If Asher wants the brunt of the attack, Cullen isn't going to argue with him. He learned long ago, you can plan and plan and do all you can to control every last detail, but when the blade meets the bone, you have to just trust the people with you. Dogs, too, actually. The appeal for these three, at least part of it, is the fight itself. He doesn't fully comprehend why, but he doesn't need to. He can take clean up duty.

The arrow distracts the largest of the group, leaves him scrabbling at the protruding shaft, full of rage. It's a quiet rage, though. The one that just took a boulder to the chest? He's the loud kind of angry. He's also been moved more than halfway to the water. That's where Cullen focuses, strikes quick and precise, hoping to get him submerged before he feels drawn to Asher, drawn back away from the water.