Corvain walked back into view, an dead armored anomaly stuck to his sword "Not three but four still comrade." HE says and plants the dead anomaly on the ground and, placing his foot on it's head wrenches his sword out of it's body, he was breathing heavily, a lot of his armor now with gouges torn into it from battle. "I'll have to repair my armor but yes a party doesn't sound to bad. Everyone got out of town, and should be coming back now. Good shot by the way Angelo." He says pulling his helmet and chest piece off, his face twisted in slight pain, "It was one hell of a fight though."