*Vaseraga rubs at some of the scratches on his back, although he doesn't feel them, he can tell they're deepish, so he'll attend to them later. His scythe slowly floats back down to his side, and he takes it into his armoured hand almost by instinct. His hulking form is bloodied, although most of the blood is old, dried blood from the fight with the icicles and centipede, and not from Zeta, cause she couldn't do much against him.*
Vaseraga: She stole something from my organisation. I followed her to retrieve what she stole. I am here with another two companions, both of which are well acquainted with the thief, Zeta. As for my connection with her, she used to work with myself and my other two companions, who are likely watching this confrontation as we speak. Is that enough of an explanation to merit a response in accordance?
*He also bows his head (very slightly) to Horus, and laughs his normal hearty laughter.*
Vaseraga: My name is Vaseraga. I trust you heard everything I said, yes?

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*Contrary to what Vaseraga said, only one of the two figures is watching the fight, with the female off in the forest somewhere having a picnic with herself cause as she said earlier, she was bored. Eustace on the other hand, watches the entire confrontation through the scope of his rifle, which emits a solid gold glow, very similar to Zeta's spear and Vaseraga's scythe. He casually lines up several different shots on each person that he can see, including Vaseraga, cause he knows where to shoot to kill him should the need arise.*

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*Zeta pushes herself up off of her chest with a pained and gurgled grunt, cause her neck is still in agony after the armour was buckled, so she's probably going to have trouble breathing for a while. She looks at Vaseraga's back while he speaks to the group, and in that moment she attempts to back off a bit further away from him, partly for safety, partly so she can get a bigger head start if things go down the shitter and she has to leg it. If her armour wasn't crimson already, it'd certainly be painted that colour from the amount of wounds she has. She leans heavily on her spear as she stands, and knows that everything Vaseraga says is true... or is it? Nah just shitting you, it's all true.*