The Deathjack roared its pleasure in seeing crimson drops splatter the cobbled pavement. The lance merely scraped the two-inch, soot-covered metal. The Deathjack swiped again, this time lunging forward, intending on crushing the man in a metallic bear hug.<br/><br/>Scarlock pulled the trigger and a trio of bullets sped towards the other man's head.<br/><br/>Asphixious bounded forward, easily outstripped by the Bane Knights and Thralls. The Bane thralls swung their viciously oversized axes in artless motions, intending to rend the enemy into two.