Saturnz Barz (Spirit house); (ignore)

[wormwood.]

NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — As soon as Ninazu approached, Aurum found himself preemptively rolling his eyes, just waiting for whatever unnecessarily edgy thing she had to say. It was difficult to take any of the Wanderers seriously anymore, considering how long they were dragging this all out. What even was the goal? To conquer everything? Honestly, the angel wasn't sure he could think of anything more boring. And after facing off with Ninazu repeatedly and surviving – and getting a few good hits in at the same time – he found that her threat just rolled off of him, falling utterly flat. He fixed her with a neutral one eyed gaze, a slow smirk coming to his muzzle as he drawled, "No, actually, I think this is the perfect place to do it. After all, might as well let your 'prisoners' see how weak willed you all are, and how easily you fall apart. It's a wonder any of you have made it this far, with slime like you and Stryker in charge. At least Sevcon is actually doing something worth doing." He really wasn't worried about any potential attack from Ninazu, able to feel a steady thrum of power beneath his fur despite his repeated fighting. His elementals would always respond to his feeling of rage, no matter what the situation. Not to mention, he got the feeling that Elsweyr was itching for a fight as well.

With a relaxed roll of his shoulders, the lion then turned back towards the scene with Sevcon and Stheno, wondering how things were going to proceed. He really did hope that Stheno got her ass kicked, just for the fun of it. Once again she would have her pride served to her on a silver platter, and she would be forced to see just how much of a shitty job she was really doing. To Aurum, that sounded like a delight. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.