[@Master Crim] [@Almosegosum]

[color=blanchedalmond]"Please. sorcerer, I only seek to kill you,"[/color] Khnemu stated about as reassuringly as a zombie could. Noticing the pathetic barricade thrown in front of him, Khnemu chortled, a hideous, gasping sound, mixed with an odd rattling. This man had no clue what he was dealing with, and he was alone. Khnemu was going to have fun for the first time in a long while.

[color=blanchedalmond]"I believe you lack understanding of my true nature,"[/color] he said before tossing the barricade aside with one swing of his wrappings. [color=blanchedalmond]"The last of the Egyptian god-kings passed years ago, and yet I still remain, thousands of years have passed and I am still here. I am Egypt's last heir, I am the last pharaoh, I am this land's protector, and you are not but a commoner unsuited to lick my boots,"[/color] Khnemu continued, walking into the room, followed by a large amount of the sand still contained within the building. The sand twisted about in the air, columns of the stuff.

[color=blanchedalmond]"I tell you this why? Because you will not survive to tell any others."[/color] Before the gunman could even fire a shot, Khnemu's sand chewed through his barricade, the sand smashed into his chest, driving him into the nearest wall with a thump. He wasn't dead, but Khnemu had taken him out of commission, perhaps Dr. Zatanna could find some use for him. The man had sustained a heavy blow to his head upon collision with the wall, perhaps a concussion, whatever the case, he was not going to be rejoining the fight anytime soon.

[color=blanchedalmond]"Perhaps you'll survive, but you'll wish I killed you."[/color]

Perhaps Zatanna and his hound required assistance. Khnemu turned and left the room, his cloak tailing behind him limply, no wind to push it. He left the unconscious criminal where he sat, prepared to return for him. Rushing back towards Zatanna's position, he joined his new-found ally in hiding behind the wall.

[color=blanchedalmond]"The sorcerer is neutralized, though not dead, perhaps he can be of some use to you. For now, I suggest that you engage your hound in assaulting the sorcerers in the next room, though I am at your disposal if necessary, Malacoda Zatanna."[/color] With heavy internal struggle, he finally admitted to himself that perhaps rushing in was not the best option this time, and Zatanna seemed to know what he was doing.

[color=blanchedalmond]"I understand the use of human body parts in blood-rituals, but even I must admit that using it as a distraction is highly irregular."[/color] He whispered, motioning to the ruined arm that sat in the middle of the room.