Iman grimaces at the horrifying crunch as Nick's weapon pierces the wing, but she steels herself and follows him up and over to their downed enemy. Nick's arm needs attention now, and she would know, but tearing him away from this will be a struggle of its own.

Nhodd is railing wildly in a mixture of agony and savage rage, the pitch and fervor increasing sharply as Nick steps down on the wound he made. She keeps her stare cold. This is more brutal, more gruesome than either of them are generally accustomed to - this really escalated in a direction she did not anticipate. But they're here now and they can't afford to give any ground. So, she threatens.

"Restore them," she barks, indicating his blank-faced victims who are still lingering nearby. "Or we'll break the other one."