As they made it back to the hallway, they found a bleeding Perez was there to greet them. His armor was gone completely, and he wore a salvaged set of the pony chain-mail. His wings were torn from at least one crossbow bolt, and one of his ears had been ripped. For all his injuries, he looked as stoic as ever. “Mogyla is down, and Forerunner lost an arm. What the fuck happened back there?”