<strong>Terry, very much unimpressed</strong><br/><br/>He actually laughed in the alpha's face, although he surreptitiously glanced around as he did so, taking in their numbers.  "Seriously?  Manticores.  That's what we're going with?"  In truth, Terry had never realized manticores were smart enough to talk before -- the last one he'd taken out hadn't bothered.  Their tactics didn't seem terribly advanced, though.  "Are there, like, a dozen more of you guys waiting in the trees, or are you just tired of living?"<br/><br/>He sighed reluctantly at Libby's analysis; he'd been ready to simply blast the alpha into oblivion.  Of course, she was obviously overestimating the manticores (mob rush?  let them try!), but if she had a plan, they might as well go with it and save the told-you-sos for later.  "Got it."  Terry prepared to shift closer towards the alpha, watching the weapon carefully.  "...Are you sure their own venom works on them, though?" he whispered.