Arzuzu walks towards the castle, eyes glowing from his helmet. [i]Pitiful mortals.[/i] He keeps one hand on his sword, looking for someone to direct him to the king. [i]Where is the blasted royalty?[/i] He looks around, and growls, his helmet making the sound vibrate and echo. He pays no mind to the shriveling plant life around him, or the fleeing common folk. Just keeps marching forward.