C911 Poison Master!!
Gulp!
Hector's expression turned grave as he watched the imposing figures of two tier nineteen entities, one large and one small, swallowing hard.
"Two of them."
"Sir."
"This isn't good. They outnumber us. If it weren't for a temporary retreat, I'd suggest we engage in a small-scale skirmish nearby. Wait for Sir to contact the Jumpy Gods for additional support