[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/EzQI717.png[/img][/center] It was a corpse, but at least it had the courtesy to look presentable. Bleached bone shone white in the shafts of light that still managed to penetrate the dilapidated roof of the facility, all signs pointing towards a Warped that possessed an exceptionally sharp blade or some sort of pressurized projectile that emulated an edge. It was humid enough, at least, that some waterjet-spewing plant monstrosity was an option. Or a turtle. [b]"Found a dead 'un,"[/b] Xuan-Yu spoke in comms. [b]"If whatever killed them was still here, Dulac, we're dealing with a real keen fellow."[/b] The birds were silent, but he had not heard them fly off either. Was it danger? Or just surveillance? The man reached for his Stinger Blade, drawing out the cloaked weapon with nary a sound. [b]"Pick up anything from those leftovers?"[/b]