As the knives sink deep, the reindire rears up, talons flashing. Jacob has made himself the new target clearly enough. But rising up like that leaves the back of its skull exposed. A moment later and there's a 'thump' and its head jerks. The hellish light leaves its eyes, and it topples forward, a final arrow embedded into its neck severing the spine.

Hanzo rises, reaching to dust off his shoulder, before moving closer to the creature. Kneeling at its side he takes a measured look at the strange feet, the horns, the build of the creature itself before starting to pluck the arrows free. The knives as well, though those he is willing to hand back to Jacob.

They will need to recover what they can, always. There is no guarantee of getting more.