Thud stares, seemingly blankly, at his commander. Despite being more than half again as tall as him, Thud has to admire him; he's good at pointing where the devils are, and where to hit them from, which is all Thud really needs to know.<br/><br/>"When do we kill?" Thud speaks in a low tone, like a rockslide down a mountain, probably triggered by a fireball. He looks off in the general direction of the farm, or where he guesses it is, as if trying to see the enemy already. He stands, apparently at ease, with his arms at his side, unmoving. Aside from his eyes, and the slow movement of his chest, he might not even be alive. Someone who didn't know him might think him lazy; those that do know he is merely waiting, conserving his energy for the frenzy of battle. A frenzy he hopes he can taste soon, be it against devil or demon who gets in his way.