"Farica, It is Archangel, I have completed my Holy Task and am returning to the battlegrounds now." Merit tossed up three incisors, before snatching them out of the air and making his way towards the group. He took out a few more Alphas on his way to the group and their Incisors to his collection. Within a handful of minutes he had caught up with Farica. A quick look at him revealed arms and hands caked in blood with a few smatterings on his chestplate. Looking down at Griff he began to speak. "I see one of the Abominations got the drop on our comrade. I'll take our fallen brother to a safe place to recover, just watch my back." Merit bent over, grabbing Griff to toss him over his shoulder.