"All right, you big, spiky clouds of useless!"

Since it was likely that there would be large amounts of enemies, Raziel had decided to call up the best conventional soldier demons he knew of, in a nice quintet. The "big, spiky clouds of useless", otherwise known as tomescu, were standing (well, hovering) at attention near the front of the cultists, apparently listening intently. Then again, given the lack of any visible facial features, it could have been they were massively bored with the proceedings, particularly given how they were all Killer bindings, and thus, more interested in what the chef cultists could prepare for their dinner rather than the possible battle.

The drill sergeant bit was just hammy acting, however.

"Now, to recap: What do we do when we scream?"

"DIG INTO THE GROUND AND AND SCREAM INTO THE SOUND-PROOF SAND, SIR!"

"And if you scream in the open?"

"GIVE AWAY OUR POSITION, SIR!"

"And that means?"

"WE LOSE THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE AND MEET OUR VISIONS, SIR!"

"And if one of you useless barrels of gallmau crap gets one of the civilians killed through your own incompetence?"

"THAT VISION WILL BE YOU BEATING US TO DEATH WITH OUR OWN MACES, SIR!"

"Good! Dismissed!"


The tomescu float-marched off to wherever (probably to raid a booze caravan), and the Malefactor proceeded to similarly march up to a summoned agata, who was apparently amused by the sight given the color of her wings at the moment. Unknown, a certain aalu aide was waiting, dematerialized as per usual, at his master's side.