"Huh. Where would you recommend we go, in your mind? I'm feeling-" she was interrupted by a crunch from the imp, and turned to look. Most of the forehead and hairline of the imp had been turned into a bloody pulp, with the gray matter visible, bruised and ripped by teeth marks. Xyleena stood from the corpse, and wiped her mouth. "Man, that is nasty. How in the world do non sentient Xenos do that? just, ugh." Lyra shakes her head, looking faintly queasy, and turns back to Rica. "Yeah, I'm feeling south. You?" Marcus calls out to the group "Watch out ladies, we got company! I'm reading ten imps in scanner range, possibly more outside it. Siccing the hounds now." at this statement, the 'discs swung forward, whirling into the imps tailing them, their blades buzzing ominously as they hunted for their prey.