Disappointment
In the blink of an eye the hail of spinning blades tore through Isaiah, the first taking his left arm off before the second effectively bisected him. Two more waves cut away until the construct was hardly recognizable. In a few heartbeats it was all over before it even began.
As the ash cloud settled reforming around the Cardinal the sun peaked from behind the clouds as sunlight shone down once more. Tablurath sighed as he spun and sheathed his right hand blade effortlessly. Well that had been anti-climactic. He had expected… more.
Tablurath walked toward the downed lacerated and badly disfigured construct. Eyes looking down on the machine with an unreadable expression. He shifted his left hand blade into an underhand grip then carefully carved the beings chest open. Retrieving the six cores hidden within. That done he turned and walked away, a swirling portal of miasma spiraling into existence. At least these Dreamers wasted little time Khanza mused. He walked through the portal without hesitance. Likely the first to return back to the lobby given how quickly his bout had ended.
