Canna observed the battered figure of the once-proud Catastrophe-rank creature, sprawled on the deck. He hadn't intended to escalate matters—after all, they were just passing through these waters—but sometimes, as he knew well, things simply didn't go as planned.
"Mortem, heal him enough to talk. I'm sure his people will come after him shortly."
As if on cue, Abaddon's calm voice came from the shadows. "Incoming, master. Three of them, Disaster ranks."
Canna nodded, unperturbed. Moments later, three massive splashes erupted around the ship, heralding the arrival of the newcomers.
