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The emperor hated interruptions. In fact, interruptions from minor beings was the worst kind of thing that could screech his speech to a halt. If he was describe the werewolves, he'd compare them to something like a slug congealing off a wall with a sickening thud. Their presence alone was like walking through sludge. Filthy. FILTHY. [b]FILTHY![/b] And filth? A god emperor like Velo the 27th must purge such things from his sight. 

The emperor raised his hand as he took a step back. The emperor did not get his hands dirty with filth. Instead, he had his Right Hand for that. Well that, and his drones. His cloak opened up, and three drones unfurled from the depths of his imperial majesty. Those three drones surged out, seeking out distracted targets amongst the pack, and zapping them. Arcing electricity sizzled at their fur, before the massive claw of his Right Hand would smear their brains along the floor. That electrical charge coursing through their bodies was the last feeling some of them might feel. Violence was the call of beasts, and humans were beasts. 

A sharp pain exploded in the emperor's chest, an arrow notched right into his chest. An arrow plunged into his heart, or where it should be. Piercing through his chest, and pinning the back of his cape to his back. Disgusting. Velo scowled as he pulled it out, throwing it aside. Where the wound was, a red liquid drooled out. But, it clearly wasn't blood. It was too thick, like maple syrup. Oozing out, before stopping midway down his chest. As if time was rewinding, it was being pulled right back towards the wound, rolling and gushing back into the small hole the arrow had left behind. Any ooze on the arrow leapt off the blade, joining the rest of his 'blood' in his chest. Hardening, it became flesh once more. 

[color=f7941d]"Filth that lays hands on a God Emperor must DIE!"[/color] Velo snarled, finally showing some bite of his own. His finger gestured, and all the drones, and his right hand, descended upon the werewolf archer who had personally crossed him. It was likely he'd be a smear well before the emperor's fury was spent on his corpse. 

[color=f7941d]"Azrael."[/color] Velo said, finally relaxing as he approached the fallen angel. Using his name, what an honor for the genocidal monster. [color=f7941d]"Once we are free, is there anything you desire? As the rightful emperor of all humans, I can offer you any desire that fleets past your vision. Consider it a gift if you will, for giving your aid in my ceremonial return to the surface."[/color]