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The great Vampire grips his dislocated jaw, then cracks it back into place. He sneers as he rises to his feet, focusing on Tirush exclusively. “There it is. That’s the savagery I admire. Willing to cut down allies for a brief moment of satisfaction. Does it not echo in your brain, Tirush, that maybe the enemy wants us to fight? No I doubt you even thought that far.” Armata moves his jaw around, making sure it’s secure in it’s socket.

“Thinking doesn’t seem to be your strong suit. You act on ravenous impulse, much like the mutt. You should try and check your anger. It may end up costing you much.” Armata smirks.

“Tirush.” Barnabus places a hand on the Wyvern’s shoulder. “Leave him be. Save your strength for the fight ahead. This Marcus, this Wardog. We must face him at our best. Do not waste your energy pummeling an enemy that won’t fight back.”