(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

take him down... I had a Collector King to greet.
I passed by a Dabus as I headed to the northwestern part of the Hive. It
cocked its head in disapproval, frowning at the sight of the carnage. The
Lady didn't like this sort of thing in her city, but everyone had the right to
protect themselves. I was just lucky there were no Harmonium guards
around to make things even more complicated.
"Sorry about the mess," I said politely to the Dabus. It never hurt to show a
little respect to the servants of the ruler of Sigil.
The Dabus shook its head, rolled up its sleeves, and began to clean…
~~~~~
I reeled as the memory leaked away, the residue of that cold, analytical
cruelty like a dagger sliding from a wound. Pharod was fuming, not noticing
my sudden fugue.
"Aye..." his face suddenly peeled back in fury, his skin flushing red. "After
you'd strung up a score of my blood on the Hive walls t'DIE, I had enough
reason to promise you the PLANES themselves. Then your butchering self
comes to my HOME, my KIP, to DEMAND a 'boon' of me..." Pharod calms
himself, though his face is still flushed. "Aye, I agreed..."
~~~~~
The man was hunched over his cane, his face fishbelly-pale as he watched his
bodyguard float in the air, rolling over in a smooth circle as he whimpered in
terror.
"Pharod, I know you're debating on whether you should send your thugs at
me. Spill some of my blood in revenge. Right now you're sizing me up and
seeing whether you should take the chance."
The thug whined as I bent him over backwards, "Help me! PLEASE, Uncle!"
"But please believe me when I say I didn't take pleasure at the deaths of your
men. I just hate wasting time, and that was the quickest solution, as is this."
"S-stop..." the man moaned as Pharod watched, mouth agape.
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