The soft putt putt of silenced firearms sounded just before the Feral attacking Glumisun hit the ground. Three new holes in its head. Vokrec flanked by three soldiers, clad in the iconic armour of the Midnight Legion. The glowing blue skull helmets Glowing dully in the shadows that they emerged from. Stepping out into the street beside Glumisun, he lowered his weapon. The three soldiers kept theirs raised and formed a defensive perimeter. “Now, do you really think I’d let the leader with the best ass get killed by Ferals?” He asked. His voice slightly modulated by the helmet, but it was still undeniably Vokrec. If Vokrec smirked at his own remark, it was hidden under his helmet.