They stopped firing. "Okay there, you backstab us and somebody else will make mince-meat out of you."<br/>Deadboys head popped back into the vehicle and the whole battered machine moved forward, with torn away hatch and only one barely operative rail-gun.<br/><br/>When it reached the edge of the cliff, the lower laser battery ran death on the cargane below.<br/><br/>And below, it was quite a carnage. Black-skinned warriors leaped, acrobatically avoiding the fire and grenades from the low-flying SAMAS deadboys. Black Fairies buzzed low on the ground, swarming whoever fell wounded, even their own Drowen masters. Corpses lying everywhere are used as a cover by the more savvy elves and the few SAMAS troopers that had to land with their jetpacks damaged. At the moment, Drow are pushed back into their buildings, but every once in a while they manage to kill one of the enemies.<br/>The two duelling Drowen ladies are nowhere to be seen now...