[center][h3][color=cyan]γ€Žπ•Šπ•’π•Ÿπ••π•–π•£γ€[/color][/h3][/center] [center][img]http://i65.tinypic.com/28hztyw.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]𝕄: π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ™πŸœ, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Žπ•šπ•€π•—π• π•£π••, 𝕄𝕒𝕣π•ͺπ•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / π•‹π• π•¨π•Ÿ / / ~πŸ™πŸŸπŸ›πŸ˜[/color][/center][hr] The armor broke, eventually, and Sander plunged his hand into soft flesh beneath. It moved, but there was no sound. No screams of pain and terror his Stigma was clamouring for. No indication that this thing was even remotely human. Because it was. Its blood was wrong, the heat it gave him miniscule. But he would take everything, regardless. He needed this. The fire flowed back into his limbs as he absorbed the monster’s tainted blood. Then suddenly, shadow pooled around him. Sander turned his head, but it was too late. The weight of metal crashed over him, pinning him into the orb’s jagged metal. He let out a grunt of frustration, the stirred dust prickled at his senses and threatened to choke him. He needed to get out. Cold metal jutted against his skin as he lifted himself on all four, then slowly clawed his way toward the light, swatting away anything in his path. The orb wasn’t forgotten, of course, as he dragged it out with him. Once free of the colossus’s weight, he turned his full attention back to the broken orb. He caught something fleshy this time. With a quick jerk of his hand, it came off, alloy and skin meshed together in a chaotic pattern. Awful, screeching noises emanated from the creature, prompting Sander to bring his hand down on it. Had his mind all here, Sander would have balked at the abomination. But he wasn’t, so he just held the severed arm aloft, wild eyes watching the glistening metal before closing his jaws around a fleshy bit. Warm blood dripped down his throat, and immediately, the red glow was back around him. It called for more, but he remembered why he was here. This thing needed to die. Dropping the mutated limb, Sander dug further, dragging out bits of flesh and metal, frowning each time the thing screeched and the terrible sound hit his sensitive ears. Eventually, he grasped hair. His fingers crept lower, digging and pulling, breaking into flesh and metal alike. The head came off, finally, with a last high pitch screech, the sound like grating metal. He looked into its lifeless eyes, the face that was vaguely human, yet most definitely not. He wondered…what did he look like. The heat flared again, so Sander dropped the thing at his feet, and thought no more about that. There were more strange scents. More things to chase down and to dispatch, now that the fire in his chest was burning full force again. [i]Focus.[/i] β€œ[color=cyan]T-Transmit…[/color]” -Sander managed against the crazed thirst that still hounded his thoughts β€“β€œ[color=cyan]I…killed it. I will…kill the next one.[/color]” β€œ[color=cyan]Over.[/color]” With that done, Sander turned to the new scent, chasing it toward the mines.