Swift Master: So in summary: we stop a Hell portal from opening up, we'll save the city! Easy enough.
Inquisitor: Indeed, boy. I especially can't wait to punish those heretics~!
Skirmisher: Your zealotry is showing, Inquisitor. Save it for those cultists.
Inquisitor: Aw, worried I will scorch your pretty face, lancer?
Skirmisher: Rather more curious as to why Ravenheart's king wants to lift a finger for an independent city like Ravenna.
Inquisitor: Maybe his holiness finally realized hellfire doesn't recognize borders.
Inquisitor: Or maybe... someone inside Ravenna paid in sins worth burning.
Swift Master: Uh...Guys! We got company!
Skirmisher: Ambush!
Inquisitor: Teleport sigils on its claws— Must be from those heretics!
Swift Master: I will cushion the fall—kill it before the Launchers accidentally hit us!
Inquisitor: Hellfire won't touch hellspawn. You are up, lancer.
Skirmisher: *Sigh* Of course it'd be me...
RAAAGH!
Inquisitor: Brother Skirmisher, get back in quick!
Skirmisher: Now to finish it off-
Inquisitor: Hold on... I have an idea.
Inquisitor: Swallow the dragon, little bag.
Swift Master: What the-?!?! *The bag swallows the hell dragon*
Skirmisher: Inquisitor... Where did you get that bag?
Inquisitor: Just found it. The bag will shrink back to normal after a while and the hell dragon inside will live without being able to escape. Unless we open it.
Swift Master: Cool! So we pretty much got a pocket nuke, right?
Inquisitor: If that is how you consider it... But I have yet to think of a use for this one.
Skirmisher: Hopefully not on something stupid...