"Monsters don't have molotov cocktails or some shit like that." Well, maybe a grenade. Ronan shouldn't judge before he even saw them. They had done a good job at tearing down the wall. He just figured he would have heard something about that sooner.

Ronan didn't know how else to respond to Jason. People didn't trust him, not the first time they met him, not even the hundredth time. But he didn't sound sarcastic.

"I got it," was what he settled on.

Ronan tapped his raven's leg. She stayed put.

"Chainsaw, shoo."

She cawed right in his ear.

That bird, his friends would say, was so out of his head. He rolled his eyes and went to get this over with.