"That's our platoon all right. All dead. There's our sarge..." The Deadboy's armoured hand pointed at the gored remains of a soldier that had a different helmet than others. "And i'm soon going to be joining them. I'm not feeling alive at all, i got venom in me. Those things you magicians released, they bit me before i got to that hole... Say, who's side you're on anyway? The fairies were trying to kill you too..."