The bane thralls hissed as their comrades fell, knocked down by a hidden weaponary. "Interesting, but foolish to use." Asphixious observed. He entered the catherdral, looking for survivors should there be any.<br/><br/>He returned to his men, only to find all present, no casualities taken. The Cryxian armies take pride in their ability to regenerate quickly. He nodded at the soldiers and glanced into the snow surrounding the town, there were track marks of animals, steeds he corrected himself. He waved a gloved hand, signaling to proceed with the hunt, follow the tracks.