Ankle and arm-length neoprene clothing hug the Borne's bodies, covering them in a skin-tight and flexible black fabric, perfect for stealth-manoeuvers. The Borne train their gazes upon Daniel.
"Mighty warriors," sweat dripping down his head from immense concentration, Daniel steadily rises from his shaking knees. "I call you warriors because you have fought through the torture that Chaos has inflicted on you for years and live to tell the tale. My reasons for freeing you from your entrapment are selfish; I need your protection, Xeron needs your protection."
The Borne with the Behemoth's tentacle locked in her hand squeezes it harder. Another arm sprouts from the Borne's back as she catches the last of the Behemoth's two tentacles that are trying to sneak past her.
