Scarlock looked back as screams of the damned reached him. "Let's go, no point saving them."<br/><br/>Asphixious looked at him, "Nay, if we provide assistance, who knows what allys may we be able to conjure?" He drew his sword, casting a spell which blanketed the area in a thick green smoke. The smoke was harmless, though people would be prone to tripping and injuring themselves. He signaled to Deathjack, who emerged from hiding and into the smoke, it's eyes creating read beams whereever it looked.