"...I swear, someone must hate us up there today. We just can't seem to catch a break." Cronic said, pointing to the sky as he promptly got a Thrall in a headlock, using it as a meat shield to block the arrows fired by the thralls on the gate. As the Thrall turned into Ash, Cronic then turned his attention to an oncoming Vampire, and promptly slammed it's face into the dirt, before stomping down hard onto the back of it's head.

"Dragons, crazed cultists, and now this." Cronic said, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"If that's not an example of the powers that be giving us a hard time, what is?"