Wrath simply grunted in response, a large hand raised to wipe the sweat from his brow, rubbing it down his face and flicking it to the side before reaching his beard. The dark charcoal that lined his eyes was smudged further, messy, more like a woman's mascara smeared from tears than the intimidating shadow it once was meant to represent. There was no reprieve from the heat, from the murky, tropical humidity that seemed to press in on him from all sides, uncomfortable and cloying.
It was a relief to remove himself from that outdoor air, instead finding himself in a slightly cooler, stone walled building. The light inside was dim, though that darkness was broken up by pinpricks of red light, coupled with the scrabbling of metallic legs against stone and cement.
He moved along side the priestess for a time, though halted and nodded when she indicated that he should move up along the other wall of cells, silently moving to where she had pointed and continuing his way along. For his size, he moved quickly and stealthily, with barely a sound, his weapon coming to hand in a swirl of shadows, held carefully at his side.
They crept along, and while some of the mechanical creatures neared them at times, they were not found out. He did not know what they were, or what might happen should those gleams of red fall upon him, but he was sure that he did to find out.
And then, pausing again, sharp eyes honing in on where the priestess pointed next. He saw him, a figure surrounded by wires, machines, screens. Nergui pulled him to the side, but he stood rigid, muscles tensed.
He gave her a glance, dark red eyes in the darkness followed by a flash of white teeth as he gave her a quick smile, one that was in no way apologetic as he began to sneak closer, his weapon raising as he quickly slid in behind the human figure, blade passing along the front of the hunters neck and across it in one smooth and silent motion, though it was not without a substantial amount of effort to get through that Fear shield, his second hand needing to grab for the humans hair, bunching it up in a fist, holding him still....
And now, Fear, that which flowed freely from those who were brought to the brink of death before spilling over into what lay beyond. Combined with the blood that flowed free from the wound, that ran over his hand, staining a white jacket and the clothes beneath red before falling to the floor, the metallic, tangy scent of it in the air, it was like euphoria. Wrath could close his eyes and breath it in, his chest heaving even as he let the body go so that it could crumple to the floor.
He opened his eyes, and turned towards his companion.
"See. Quick." 16 (Death: +2 to your roll at the 'sneaking up on the boss' ) - You manage to sneak up on him and slay him before he can retaliate.
