Why must I suffer so for the material gratification of these banal bumpkins I call comrades? If not for their convenient use as taxis, info services, and bullet catchers I probably would have sold the lot of them the moment our contact mentioned a thriving slave market for trained personnel. But then, I would have to find a new group of pawns to shield myself with, and that can be so tiresome. Especially when they're annoying enough to ask about the last team.
Still it is best not to bemoan my fate and instead focus on my future, or at least the five flying snake things trying to kill me. I do wish that my comrades were as all around capable as myself, but at least the Orc could make it in here with me. Wonder if he saw where the mind slave I sent towards the switch went. Anyhoo, onto dispensing genetic cleansing.
Hrsss, eat soul hemorrhaging death you obnoxious non sense phallically symbolic mutant! Ah, much better only four now. Oh wait, three, and by the sound of that close in thunder I'd say the stereotype has gotten involved. If he shoots me, I shall have decimate him and all his kin within two generations.
Hrawrrmmm Die , DIE FOUL HISSING SERPENTINE REJECTS OF A R
ETARDED GAWDS IDEAL BEING! Try to inject poison into my tail will you, enjoy the flaying of the very nature of life itself. This is why you do not mess with someone in the top one percent of the most powerful creatures ever. That's right, scream and thrash you witless bother. Oh, great, someone shot it in the head...now I need to find a good dry cleaner who works with oddly tailored armored suits.
Ah, good, the last two are retreating now, and my elemental is still alive. I shall have to remember their usefulness as irritants from now on. I'll also have to remember to be more careful when using my watcher spirits for reconnaissance. Their inability to spot these paranatrual blights was almost inconvenient, and has congested my sinuses.
Hrmm Judging from the sound of a jeep approaching at high speed, I'd say the more simian minded of my cohorts are crossing the bridge now, which means it's probably down. I think I'll get out of the way now with the convenience of wings. It simply would not do to get run over by my chauffeur after all. His painful, yet quick , demise would keep the others in line but vastly inconvenience me further.
Now to finish this job, maybe go eliminate the pirates who made me miss leaving this Dragon forsaken continent on time, and then back to the matter of Destroying some real obstacles.