The small force of demented soldiers rode out into the wilderness, or the tundra as some called it.<br/><br/>Asphixious pointed to a small town in the valley below, "Search for forms of life, extract needed information. Kill the non-cooperative."<br/><br/>"At once, Lord Aspixious."<br/><br/>Aspixious dismounted, he shifted silently into the clearing where his soldiers were stationed at. They glanced at him with eyes, eyes that hungered for blood. He walked over to a warjack, parked aside from the bulk of his forces. The Deathjack.<span style="font-style: italic">What will be Master's will?</span><br/><br/>"None at the moment. The Bane Knights are searching the village for signs of life. If there is none, we shall move one."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Acknowledged, Master.</span>