Scarmother Alea watched with horror as Immunes Jason's body fell limp.
"[Oops,]" The armored figure shrugged his spiked shoulders.
He picked up the Scout and without so much as a grunt, flung his body off the rocky hillside, "[Was that one of yours? Alea?]"
Alea felt her heart break... and her entire body shake with rage.
"HHHHERETICCCCCCC!!!!" She screamed, drawing her longsword.
At once, her faithful drew their weapons and fell upon the armored man.
They struck with spears and blade. They screamed. They used dragonfire.
All were useless. All attacks bounced harmlessly off either the man's claws or his full plate.
"M-metal rank!!" A Munifex shouted-- just as the tri-blade of Tyrion steel cleaved into his skull.
"I-Iron faithful!" Alea yelled, "To the front! Everyone else, stay back!!"
