They got to visit the mountains [i]and[/i] kill people? Quill could hardly believe his luck, was it his birthday? He cared little about politics, the unity and calamity of nations, but keeping up with them did occasionally offer these kinds of benefits. Hunting monsters was all well and good, integral even, to the foundations of the order, but Quill loved when they got to to handle these sorts of things. It helped shed light on how dangerous people were to themselves, on top of the monster threat, there would always be humanity and company to wage some war or another.

"One here, yes, a question," Quill proclaimed, hand in the air. "Now, I'm with you one-[i]hundred[/i] percent, sandy-man, raze the Vipers, spill the blood, love it sounds like fun. But, with that goal in mind, do we have an actual [i]plan[/i] or are we in a more improvising mood? I'm good either way really, happy to come along plan or not."