All in all, it wasn't.... too different from the norm. Honestly the vilekin and voidsent he'd battled with before, while not as numerous as these new creatures, definitely approached being just as horrific. And these new horrors required just about the same treatment to deal with as well: a liberal application of Big Swords, something Squirt was more than happy to provide.

It'd been one hell of a trip, getting into the nest, getting past all the nests defenses, getting into the heart of the thing. No one even bothered trying to dissuade him, why would they? This was, more or less, his job after all. Probably shouldn't have just torn into it all by himself but... well, he wasn't going to hang around all day while this thing churned out voidsent waiting for other, equally reckless adventurers. Maybe if he'd bothered to find someone to go with him, he wouldn't find himself in this state: leaning heavily on his sword, shield raised but mostly propped up over him, frantically trying to heal just a few of the deep cuts and gashes he'd gained and collected fighting his way down here.

He didn't even notice the imp, up until the creature's pulped body splatted inelegantly onto the ground beside him, little more than jelly now. If nothing else, knew what a shotgun sounded like. Someone had followed him in, so it seemed. Thank the Twelve, really.

He cast a weary, cautious look over the top of his shield, swaying as he took in the sight of the fucking giant in armor that had picked off the last of the horde.

"... Was gonnae... get that one too in... in a second. Thanks mate."