"We seem to have culled them the flyers, brothers." Pholax spoke, brushing off some shards in his armour, noticing a bit more blood than before, it didn't matter, they were breaking with their numbers down to just a few. "Feel free to take your last couple of kills, I shall move to assist with the monsters." Pholax shouted as he moved ignoring the pain of his wounds to assist with the Grotesques and if need be that Haemonculus. Sighting the Grotesques, one of then looked broken and the other being charged by Extrovious, the risk of friendly fire was too great but then he heard the Magician's screams, if this was the cause of the Xenos or his own magical powers he was unsure, but he knew that his brother was in pain. If anything wanted to touch him, it'd need to get through a hail of bolt rounds. OOC Defence on myself and Elymas.