"Swarms giving you a hard time?" Esone snickered "I can help with that."<br/><br/>For a moment the world twisted, the fabric of reality convulsing and all sound fading as the Lieutenant threw back his head. The ululation that escaped his lips was akin to the death-cry of some primordial force, rending at the souls of all that stood upon the battlefield. For his companions, the effect was a mere deafening - Del Pilar's ears began to bleed, while 042's resonance capacitors ruptured. Painful, but not particularly harmful. For the swarm seething at the barriers, the sound was anathema incarnate. The swarms shrieked and flew in disarray, their assaults shattered and their focus disrupted. They still hammered at the barriers, but not in any meaningful barrage.<br/><br/>The effect on The Worm that Walks was far more satisfying. As the Lieutenant howled the walking blasphemy clapped it's hands to the sides of it's undulating head and screamed a refrain. The flames 042 bathed it in continued to eat away at the squirming Soulsteel caprice, trapping the unfortunate Abyssal in a miniature version of Hell.