Fear

Eisen slammed down his sword into the ground in front of the Filth as it tried to escape. He had increased the blade's size as high up as it would go, so the path was blocked pretty well, "And where do you think you're going?"

The old man quickly dragged the blade over the dirt, pushing the pieces of the 'thing' back toward Brody and Jyuuk, who continued to try and take it down. But a part of the Filth was able to recover again, forming a clump of flesh that was like a bundle of hands trying to grasp at each other.

"We wish to make a deal!" it exclaimed, and the four originals that were gathered all stared at the lump of wriggling flesh.

"A deal?" Eisen asked. Clearly, the Filth wouldn't be able to fight back against these four; that was clear to everyone gathered here. So was that thing desperate now?

"What kinda deal?" Brody asked, and Jyuuk snapped his head toward the orc-demon halfling.

"Brody!"