Thraxius lurched forward to stand beside Cortez, apparently quite eager to deal with the mess at hand.  He made a gesture towards the cultist-hauling Kroot that would have been obscene if not for the careful placement of his augmented fingers, spurring him to drop the unconscious sack of meat where it could be retrieved by her men.<br/><br/>"<em>Word travels quickly to your exalted ears, Inquisitor, as it should be,</em>" he wheezed, taking care to soothe the unsophisticated backwater drawl from his vox.  "<em>We managed to slay all but two of the Omnissiah-forsaken beasts in pitched combat, though they proved to be not much more than cowering dogs yapping at the heels of their betters.  One managed to escape on coward's feet, but the other was not quite so fortunate.  He is yours to do with as you see fit."</em>