He snapped his fingers, and a picture of a bunny boy appeared in front of him, at half size. "Oh, then you would love the wabbits. At least until they lured you into the middle of their swarm."<br/><br/>The creature looked absolutely adorable, and skittish, before suddenly giving a fang filled smile, and its long, whip like tail came into view, with a remarkably accurate looking battleaxe head on the end of it. "Usually travels in swarms of ten to forty, though my avatar monitoring the death world has noted that a rare death wabbit, or even rarer true wabbit, can lead swarms of up to sixty and one hundred, respectively. I told you, these are training creatures, and something to lure battle gods into being allies. I imagine that Kord, for example, would beg for a chance to test his champions on it."<br/><br/>He watched the wabbit jump about, its tail flipping around in a surprisingly competent attack routine of power and finesse attacks, before shrugging. "Those two creatures are usually at the bottom of the food chain, though a particularly skilled leader can move them up two or even three steps up.<br/><br/>And as for your comment as to keeping them in an isolated plane, they were. The troupe got loose due to a combination of tiny errors and fate deciding I needed to have a bit of cardio exercise today. The protections preventing portalling out of the plane went down two minutes before a natural planar breach occured, and my large scale planar portalling abruptly shut down due to several faulty... uh... lets call them basic parts. The good news is, as everyone saw, nothing was hurt, and the banshee bike unit's AI was recovered, so no true damage occurred, though I am surprised that Mordin and the other dwarven gods haven't stopped drooling long enough to come up here and demand to know what that metal the bikes were made of.<br/><br/>But anyhoo, the important part is that no one got hurt, and we discovered the inadequate protections before something REALLY nasty got through."