OOC: Eh, Morpheaus, I am going to get a little action going, you can scold me when you get on if it doesn't please you...
This is what the warforged SCOUTS look like (we will face the warforged later on maybe):
http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/mmiii_gallery/83078.jpg
IC:
Malum blinked as he shook his head. "This trip just keeps getting weirder and weirder...but it is interesting...how you are so old, yet, don't look anything like it....unless you are an immortal.." He scratched his chin at the thought, and started to say something else, but was sharply interrupted as a hooked-javellin came flying past his face, barely nicking his cheek. "What in the he--"
He turned, to see an odd mechanical being stepping out of a portal. After him, came several more, roughly a score of them. They all glared around with red orbs, apparently their sight mechanisms and then centered on the group.
- Retrieve Staff of Omnius, kill anyone who intereferes...you are interferring-
Malum blinked as he watched them for a second, then shrugged. "If it is a fight you want, a fight you get." Suddenly, his wings spread as he leapt to the air, and with deft speed and accuracy, landed a kick to the neck of the first one... and bounced off.
"Ouch! Those things are like trying to kick a ten foot thick wall of titanium!"
He got up again as he lifted his right hand. "Find, physical strength doesn't work... let's try magicks! Firecannon!" Suddenly a huge beam of fire shot forth from his right hand, spiraling towards the enemy, and cutting right through its chest...and it suddenly exploded, knocking Malum back.
"Damn! These things have failsafes for nearly everything."