[b]“Chaotic neutral? No, I think I’m rather more in line with the true neutral variety, don’t you think?”[/b] the Jester pondered.

He appeared completely unfazed by Mal’s worded threats or the growing dark energy around him. Before the Demon Prince could do anything, the masked man reached a hand out and held his palm before the boy’s face. Then it curled into a pointed finger and he aimed at the boy’s forehead.

[b]“You loathe me, yet I can give you purpose. Burn this moment into your memory Mal Tervsa. Rejoice for this grand shift in your story. Remember...Zyax….o…..mort.”[/b]

The Masked Jester pulled back, apparently satisfied by his actions. Stepping back, the Jester’s body began to fade away into nothingness, leaving all traces of his presence and existence.

[b]“Farewell for now Mal Tervsa. It was….interesting chatting with you.”[/b]

And then he was gone.

[color=a187be][b]“Fuck off green prick!”[/b][/color]

There it was again. Except this time, the voice was more harsh, hatred and vulgarity spilling from its depths. Sable blinked, eyes shifting around to make sense of the voice as she fell to the earth with the dragon in tow. That’s when she noticed a chained whip heading straight for her.

Twirling her blade, she deflected the blow and leaped away from the dragon. As she clung onto the nearest tree, the sound of the forest crunching was heard, the dragon’s body having completed its plummet.

Regardless of Sable’s failed fatal blow, the impact of the crash was enough to send the dragon into shock, earning it a quick death. Swinging from the tree branch, the Crimson Streak landed on the ground and observed the massive corpse.

[color=ed1c24]“Target eliminated,”[/color] she told herself, already moving to regroup with the others. The first person her eyes caught sight of was a…very eccentric girl. The one with the floating orbs…what was with all these eccentric youngsters?

Hearing her question, Sable cleared her throat before answering robotically with, [color=ed1c24]“That will not be necessary. We are quite capable of traveling alone. However, if you really must, we will give you a one day grace period before ignoring your presence entirely. That is all, and apologies.”[/color]

With that said, she headed over to stand by her partner, who was speaking with the undead soldier. The assassin waited for Atreides to answer the being’s questions, though she noted how the fallen knight kept directing its gaze at her.

The voice from before, however, still played heavily on her mind. Twice now, it had interfered, whatever it was. The green Relic would hear it, unbeknownst to Ugnis, and instantly recoil back with recognition. Compared to the all too familiar voice, the green Relic’s blood lusted nature was but a flickering flame to an inferno… 

The sinner had spoken.