“"How by the Gods did we let this one get away? What is this? Some damned curse?" roared Black Ark as his shoulder plate whistled past Deathdealers ear.

"They must have a charm sire", Great Winged Terror comprehended, his head nodding.

"You! I'd say no more if I were you. You hit more than any other on this team, as per my instructions. Exactly how many times did your claw penetrate their armour?"

Great Winged Terror went quiet.

"I didn't see them as aligned. They look to be undivided also. Maybe they were more favoured." Nautilus immediately regretted his ill-thought statement, even moreso when Hell's armour fist slammed into this head.

"If you were not needed, you would be dead at my feet now", Hell whispered in a sibilant tone. I think we should scout where this lower caste resides, for future reference, and if we happen to find this charm then all the better"

"Agreed"”