He shrugged. "They have already made several pokes in, or did you not hear about the gold wyrmling that got tainted with a full on Beyonder, divine rank eleven? Or a plane with at least six known individuals with geass abilities that rival a gods? Or the six gods currently locked in a death brawl using constructs, one of whom is practically on his own, against four of the others? I am not even poking back that hard.<br/><br/>As for the price..."<br/><br/>He considered it for a moment, as the shadow stalkers consolidated, forming a tight knot, weapons facing outward. "I dunno, what do you think they are worth? Though if you do try to take one apart, I will return the favor, tenfold. And they will be for defense only. Offense is not what they do, though they can defend forward. Like behind me."