Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

The time had come for them to march on Syndicate's doors. The hunger to fight stirred within him, and despite his age and failing hearing, it wouldn't stop him. The Crimson Demon crossed the borders with a predatory hunger, blazing red eyes watching Redrum for a moment as his newly found son uttered his words. The scents that lingered in the air here were many, but there was one he could easily pick out among the rest. Aresenn was here. How long had it been since he'd seen him? Time was a fickle beast...it had been some time since he had seen them, but he was glad his son found somewhere he belonged. Would he come out to meet him in a fight? He was eager to see him, of course. And if he didn't get the chance to see him on the field, then maybe he'd get the chance afterward.

Moving ahead, Ignis moved purposefully through the trees, searching. Watching. Waiting. They were beginning to emerge from the trees, one by one. And already one had decided to engage with The Bone Queen. Hackles rose as he anticipated a fight of his own, the scarred beast eager to tear into flesh. "Rip them apart..." He heard that whisper of a voice steadily growing in his head. Yes...he would do just that.

"Speech"