[Suzerain of Sheol]

Unperturbed by the rain of light, the Executor studies his Servant, or Servants, as has proven to be the case.

"I take it, then," he intones in a neutral voice, "That the two of you, together, comprise my Archer-class Servant." He begins to pace around the pair, making a rhomboid shape as he passes around the chamber's pillars. "You must be aware by now, that I am atypical for a master, being unable to work magic of any kind."

He gestures to the cloth-shrouded shape of the Titulus upon the low altar nearby. "This artifact is your anchor to this plane, and must be protected at all costs, even above my own life. As such, one of you will remain here to guard it at all times, while the other will engage the enemy in the field. As you do not require me to support you, I will be operating independently to destroy the enemy masters. I leave the details of this strategy to the two of you, to work out between yourselves. If all goes to plan, we should scarcely see each other. Is this acceptable?"