With a grunt of laughter aimed at the man, the captain took a follower by the shoulder and pushed him forward. The follower fell to the ground, and the captain spoke. [i]Here. Leader. Speak what want. [/i] The follower began carving runes on the ground with a bullet from his gun, the heat burning the metal floor. 6 dots, joined together as eyes of sorts. They seemed to glow a dark purple as the follower's arm began to shake, the purple light spread up his arm and to his head. His eyes glowed in the same color- the body twisting and contorting on the floor.