It might never be useful again, but that illusion just paid off the nearly six and a half weeks of work to get it working in that one engagement. Otherwise, he might have been a bit... singed. He glanced at the German, before holstering his weapons, and leaning against the glass. "You know, you remind me of a dude back home who got the crap kicked out of him by Cap's girlfriend and his Howling Banshee squad. I don't suppose that squad name means anything to you? And..."<br/><br/>He cut himself off as he stared into the corner, and noted that his two draenei weren't the only two in there. There was another shackled to the wall on the right side, a couple pieces of armor and a frankly scary looking war hammer in two pieces on a table nearby. She had the muscles and scars of a melee master. He glanced to the other side and spotted a fourth one, this one giving him the feeling of a magic user of some kind, mostly due to the lack of muscles but definitely having a strong glare, despite whatever the Nazis had done to her. "Huh, wasn't aware you had found or caught more than my two. Guess that means the 'science vessel' was actually a rescue mission.<br/><br/>So, now what? Is this the part where we spend half an hour making deals and counter deals, you stalling for your undead, me for the reinforcements that I hope are on the way? Extra-court relationships between the fae are SO complex.<br/><br/>Or it is the part where you make a threat, I call bluff, you jab one of them with a syringe filled with an experimental super serum, then get your head ripped off by the rampaging monster before it starts either raping the women or trying to kill me? Cause that might be fun too. Honestly, at this point we seem to have descended into the madness that is cliched villainy, so either is about equally likely."