Words were never said. Sult contained her breathing as Marianne, whom she had been talking moments before, had a sudden case of explosive temper and decided to put her blade in the neck of her offender. Well, granted, Nero was a rude asshole, and he probably was trying to fish that specific reaction but still. Her eyes somewhat wide in disbelief as the Delacroix reassured her authority with her mighty and high attitude.

A shiver went down her spine, and she didn't know why. Her eyes stared at Nero's. The rude bastard was there, eyeing Marianne with contempt and restrained anger, as she went in her spiel. An eerie feeling came from the armored warrior. Marianne was deadly, and she was more capable than making that threat come true, but yet... somehow. It seemed that even a punctured carotid wouldn't stop Nero. Nero was about to open his mouth to say something but in the end he just refrained, smiling a smile that would make a hyena proud.

A realization hit her, as she eyed her twin and the creepiness around him.

[i]Magic.[/i] She bit her lip. Dante offered a timely distraction to Marianne's post-offense denial attitude, as she looked at both in the eye.

"Yes, the numbers of coffins are far more than the bodies... plus the coffins, seems that they were empty for some time, and undisturbed." Sult pondered as she eyed the group.

"And you're fucking stupid. BOTH OF YOU." She eventually blurted out, as she clenched her sword. "Oh, look at Me, I'm fucking NERO, I GOT SASS TO UPDO EVERYONE AND LET ME INSULT THE FUCKING DELACROIX WHOSE STICK IS SO UP HER ASS SHE HAS TROUBLE SWALLOWING." Sult finally exploded as she eyed the group, beginning to trudge.

"You're an idiot who makes threats that she'd rather not follow. She's a knight captain and her father's a duke, idiot!" Sult snarled back at Marianne as she trudged forwards, her face frowned. "You're a fucking murderer!Corpses don't talk, imbecile!" She added pointing at Tili. "And you are a whiny bitch who has been using ENCHANTED ARMOR since we got here." She narrowed her gaze at Nero, as her twin did a double take, wiping out the snarling, cynical grin he had moments ago.

"And you...!" Sult said, pointing at Dante. "You're cool. Help me with this peanut gallery, please, with sugar on top." She finished as she trudged over, her eyes peeking on the remains of a battle. She winced upon seeing the corpse of another assailant, the neck bent in an odd angle, and with grip marks of a small hand.

"Either we have a monstrous tiny vampire, or this was Tyaethe." Sult said upon gazing the dead man.

And there was the thunderclap. 

"!" She looked alarmed at her companions, deciding wisely to wait for a more skilled vanguard to investigate it.