"Who says I care about helping them. And don't be a fool, we are most certainly walking into an ambush. So keep your bird eyes open, these are not some genestealers we are facing," Razauil commented, keeping his weapon close to himself.
"I say you care about helping them. Because you want Daemons dead. They want to kill a Daemon. You want the same stuff, therefor you want to ensure they succeed, which is why you take the rearguard." The Kroot said analytic.
"But what if it's the other way around, I let them engage the daemon, they tire him and once he deals with them I come and finish the job myself? That sounds better, don't you agree Kroot?"
"Our group can deal with daemons easily drax-we are all veterans and we will have no problem showing the other ordos how it's done eh?"
- Virgil "DID SOMEONE SAY DAEMONS!?" Virgil yelled in fear. It was taking every ounce of his courage to keep going, having left the ramp and walking upon the cursed ground. The energy of this place allowing Virgil to see clearly, but of what he had no idea. 'This place is all wrong, what looks like a plant isn't that a moment later. Must calm down, minimal presence minimal echo. Minimal presence minial echo.' This place was having an adverce effect on Virgil's near-sense, but could be coped with in time. Time they really didn't have. "Excuse me, where was I again?"
