The rest of your team abandoned you in favor of saving their own skin, leaving you alone and strapped to a rocket chair at the foot of the hunter. Not wanting to wait for the rocket to detonate and send you into an untimely, and very fiery demise. You squirm in the chair, trying all you can to escape. Alva's undead eyes stare bitterly at you, shooting daggers into your very soul. Venting his frustration, he slammed the base of his scepter against the ground.

"Gods, stay still you nuisance!"