So there we were, surrounded by beasts! Snowbolds flying all over the place while Gormok stomps and fits like a little girl...aye, they were hardly a challenge! Oooh, but then we were set upon by two jormungar! The little bastards made a mess, but we wouldn't give up. Our eventual victory was rewarded by a yeti, Icehowl they call him, who rolled over and died before our feet.

Demons just aren't as frightening as they used to be.

We took these bitches down, no problem.

This whole "Dark" and "Light" business isn't so difficult once you overcome the obstacle of confusion.

We arak'd anub.