[i]That didn't save Myur from the bolt of a ballista slamming into his body. The oversized arrow tore through the lower half of his frame, ripping through flesh and muscle in only a few milliseconds before it rested within his body. The bolt's twisted arrowhead trapped itself within him, before exploding, sending a burning rush of agonizing heat throughout the monster. He could feel his abilities draining away, dissipating as if drawn from his body in an instant.[/i] "Again." [i]Muttered the commander, as her men simply nodded and began to load yet another ballista shot into the weapon.[/i] [i]Freya Trayven was, beyond all comprehensions.. angry. She freely approached the beast, a heated gladius in one hand, with a fiery torch in the other. She already had another invader to deal with, and she certainly didn't need this one in the fray, undoubtedly assisting that one either. There were a few more, much important reasons, to Freya at least. But they could go unmentioned.[/i]