"That's all I know. Apparently it's taking up most of their ressources, so whatever they're trying to do it's important enough to disregard the windfall of Balor disappearing through a space-time fault. If that's even what happened."
"Causing a distraction is always fun. Maybe a raid on one of the lesser compounds? Yes, I think that would be ideal. Although carving them up one by one is always amusing." she nodded in the Mockery's direction.
"I'm sure there'll be a couple stay ones left." she laughs. "You pick a target, I'll see about Pyroclast getting her butt into gear and we'll meet here tomorrow evening?"
"Naturally city life has its advantages, but I think I'd like a quiet life in the country, with just a bit of company, and a nice dry cave for recreation."
A cold, icy stare was all the Response Faultline received in return. Knowing full well The Mockery's chaotic and whimsical nature, Perhaps she should reconsider.
Using a muscle system teased and tuned from eating way too much inedible items, a quick jerk and spasm sent the shirt piece rocketing out, impacting in the wall a good inch or two.