<b>Vergil 5:28</b><br/><br/>As he spoke of who he was, Vergil stared at him with some pity.  When the war had broken out, many tried to resist without magical means.  It usually ended in a slaughter, but nobody would stop those who tried.  It was thier way of trying to regain control of their lives.  Apparently over the last thousand of years they had tried to perfect the art, modernizing it, making it more lethal.  The cerberus honestly had no idea how much more effective it would be, but perhaps they could be a much greater help than they thought.  "I agree.  Your help, your clan's help, is greatly appreciated.  And you can help fight against the creatures that wish to harm the Guardians a whole lot more effectively than I can."<br/><br/>That last statement hurt a bit.  He hated not being able to fight.  In the old days, a worg was a minor threat.  Even the most intelligent ones were usually dispatched.  But now?  The fact he had been flung across the building was a testament to that.  "I agree.  I saw the quicker we're out of here, the better."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>