Show the man his home. The Fireen would not have taken the Dreamer for a gambler. It was an interesting gambit but it was missing key details, details filled in by naught but words from the mouth of a liar. The single tear burned away. The fire of rage flashed once more, and the man’s brow furrowed. He pulled up short, nigh on one hundred feet away, a pittance of distance. There was still a warrior beneath the shell. One who could not resist the call of battle, nor its intricacies. Sometimes words were required, sometimes they were not, and the Fireen recognised their need then. He halted, preparing his retort. Not unlike the Dreamer, whose attempts at diplomacy were carried out hypocritically as he readied the dogs of war, Fury utilized his sudden pause to convert kinetic energy into heat. The discs burned brightly, so much so that a human would be blinded upon looking at them. His face set, the stubborn brow and the marks of corruption across his face perhaps preluding his ultimate response to his hated foe. The Void reared within, unleashing a deep roar in the darkness of his soul as it locked eyes upon he that had laid it low. 

He circled the Dreamer, forcing him to turn if he should wish to face him. Not overly quick, but fast enough, though he failed to close the distance. He eyed Skallagrim, teeth clenched to bite back the urge to charge, to close on him and have an end to things, one way or another. In his state, the sword that had cracked his world was aflame with power, a terrible sight but one that enraged him further. Residual energy filled him, the World Machine doggedly carrying out its purpose for the man who had slain its master. Such bitter irony. 

“You are a liar, Skallagrim. I can see you.” The Fireen shouted back at him, the discs burned for release, but not yet. They were the Fireen’s gambit. 

As his words left his mouth, he knew Skallagrim would strike soon. He burst forward and rightward, there was still some small distance to be made, he’d look into the eyes of the monster who destroyed Antire before this was done, of that he was sure.