As Max parried a blade and kicked away another of the red-skinned Demons, he devoted a bit of his attention to the communication between the two groups. They didn't make much noise as they fought, other than hisses and roars, but the strategy was effectively conveyed through gestures and body language.
To be that effective, they must have fought both together and against each other countless times before. It made no sense to Max. Were they trapped in an endless loop of combat? Had this place doomed them to repeat the same situation over and over again, fighting every time that they materialized on a solid surface?
Max did his best to translate the language in their thoughts, using Nico's skill to transcribe it to the computer for analysis as he received it from their minds.
