Tahlia twitched her mouth-nozzle in nervousness. Kill someone who was a direct species of herself? Someone who might recognize her as brethren? But if that were true, then they all wouldn't be fighting in the first place. It sometimes felt odd to kill one so closely related to herself. The rest of the time it never fazed her nearly empty mind. Just another sack of flesh that needed disposing of. She cleared her throat quietly, thinking instead of the colorful blood that would spill from it's body. Blue and almost glowing, like some kind of macabre slime to play with as a young one. There were no playful gestures among them however, though Tahlia was merely accounting for the one's giving orders.
Taking her spot quickly, she fiddled with the jutting out needles of her weapon. Careful not to burst one of them and make noise before the appointed time. Instead, she leered at her reflection in the purple crystals, giving her idle mind some entertainment.