Talons eyes widened as he listened to the question. "Gloktigis!? You want us to fight Gloktigis!?" he said. Trigger hoisted his gun onto his shoulder. "Sounds like fun, how many people do we have with us on this?" he asked. Talon jumped and looked him up and down. "These are Gloktigis! Does it matter!?" he asked. Trigger didn't move. "Gloktigis are large and powerful, but if it matched wits with a brick it would lose. If we stay one step ahead and use ranged weapons then we should be able to come out on top. The wolvarks won't pose much of a problem, they're about as smart if not less than the Gloktigi themselves. The Gloktigis primary attack will probably be to spit an acidic green slime, that binds foes and prevents them from moving. If you get slimed then try furiously to shake it off, because getting impaled is not fun." he showed them a scar near his shoulder, like a bullet hole but larger. "If you damage them enough, then they can and likely will, turn into a kind of spectre, and get away, it won't last for long though, and you should be able to take them down if there is enough of us" he finished. Talon's jaw dropped and he simply gawped at Triggers apparent wisdom of Gloktigis. "What?" Trigger said.
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