Neban stood on his feet, turning around to see who helped him, only to sneer when he saw that it was Angel. The said person walked near him, "What is with that sneer? I helped you didn't I?"
"I do not need your help," Neban responded before bending down to pick up Siren; he ignored his bleeding hands that had small pieces of glass on the back of them. Which was not an easy thing to do, because every time he moved them, left an uncomfortable feeling in its wake.
Angel rolled his eyes, "You let your hate for me cloud your judgment. Even if there is bad blood between us, I still saved you."
Neban's grip tightened on Siren as he was getting ready to say something when Lorka appeared in front of them with a broken arrow in his hand. "Ah, it is the human who shot me in the head last time. I cannot wait to feed on you too."
Then, even though Angel and Neban prepared for an attack, the man was still faster as he slammed his hands on their chests.