Murd turned to Raen. "How about you silence that dribbling shithole of yours. You've already demonstrated the tactical aptitude of a particularly deformed turnip and your current 'orders' reek of cowardice." The Minotaur replied without any trace of sarcasm his voice dripping with enough contempt to eat a hole through the floor. Gryff meanwhile was moving up to point. 

Gryff looked at Murd meaningfully. Should Raen encounter some sort of accident it wouldn't be beyond Murd to help it along it seemed. Gryff chuckled as it occured to him that he would not particularly object either. Let the loud-mouthed idiot die. "Hey Grem." Gryff said. "Keep up front near me where you have a clear shot. You can then move fast enough to get behind me. Aslo you know where best to put yourself. Murd cover the rear. We know for a fact there were nasties in that room and I want someone who can actually take a hit at the rear. Florence, if you can help cover Murd's back. Trom, you cover with me and Grem, Nyla if you can stick near the centre so you can reinforce whoever needs it most?" 

Gryff and Murd took their respective positions in Gryffs plan. The notable omission of Raen from the series of orders both deliberate and meaningful.