"Yes, friend. They are dead. That lunatic with the grin has disappeared, and now we must take watch. I fear that this may not be the last battle this night." *Fenrir stations himself in front of the door to the shack, stabbing Ragnarok into the Earth and using the pommel as a hand rest.* "Strange that he would assault a clearing full of Fireteam November. He must have known he would not succeed."[spoiler]Have to turn in for the night.[/spoiler]