The fight had taken it's toll on his already weakened body, yet he would not succumb to the exhaustion until they were safely tucked away in Levani's hovel for the night, so he gathered his will and pushed the exhaustion from his mind and body. “Masterpiece huh?” A slight smirk crossed his handsome features as he offered a shrug in response. “If you say so lass.” Straightening up, he pulled his sword from the earth and flipped it easily over his shoulder, sliding it back into it's half sheath to rest across his back. Pale blue orbs lingered for a few moments on his companion, equal amounts of wonder and respect swirling in the deep pools. This woman was unlike any he had met before, something entirely unique and entrancing. He realized then, that he would gladly stay by her side to fight the darkness. A like minded soul to help light a path through the gloom.<br/><br/>His attention shifted as she returned her summoned trap to the earth, taking the carcasses with it, then watched intently as the golem went about the business of collecting the remaining bodies and their associated parts. It moved as if it had a life of it's own, but it was merely stone and roots. Something so foreign to him was entirely beyond his understanding, as all witch craft was, yet this small woman's abilities were becoming less obtrusive in his mind, more comfortable to be near and witness.<br/><br/>Once the bodies had been taken by the earth with the golem, Kallo followed his companion as she made her way to the remaining forms, lying broken on the ground. “Aye lass, they are from my homeland... though they wear the clothes of the forsaken.” He spat the words, a slight snarl splitting his lips. It was easy to see the pained history he shared with the group from his homeland. “These motherless bastards are the reason I have no home left to return to.” Kneeling next to the second body as Levani searched the legless corpse, his eyes widened slightly as a bemused smile graced his lips. He was unable to understand her language, but he knew well the meaning of her words. Curses in any language had a particular sharpness to them.<br/><br/>Pale eyes locked onto the black vial in her hand as he spoke up, hoping to catch her attention before she did something rash. “Lass... do not break that vial. Please, let me have it. I...” Pausing a moment to choose his words carefully before continuing on, he motioned for her to hand it to him. “I have a use for what's in that vial. I can remove the taint from that liquid and put it to good use.” It would take too long to try and explain what he meant by that, so he merely fell silent and hoped that she would put a bit of trust in his words.<br/><br/>After a few moments of silence and waiting, he turned back the corpse lying in front of him and began searching through it's pockets. Finding a similar black vial, he pocketed it and continued his search, though nothing else of interest showed itself. Just as he was about to give up searching, the glint of a golden chain caught his attention. Cocking his head to the side, he fished the chain and amulet from beneath the man's shirt, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the symbol etched into the gold pendant. “No... Goddess no...” Immense pain echoed through his whisper as his fingers coiled tightly around the pendant, unwanted memories welling up in his mind. “Why do you test me so? Have I not paid a high enough price already?” With each word, his voice become colder and sharper, like the slick steel of his blade. A primal growl sounded deep in his throat as he snatched the pendant from the corpse's neck, snapping the chain. Kallo slowly got to his feet, his pale gaze glistening with unshed tears, tension clearly visible in his shoulders as his breathing became ragged. “We should burn these bodies.”<br/><br/>Kallo started to turn away from the corpse to find a striking stone to start a fire, but quickly spun back and raised a booted foot above the deceased man's face and slammed it down, splattering blood, brain and bits of skull a few feet in each direction. “Tentoria daemonium!” The foreign words were spat with utter hatred for the now headless corpse and his ilk, the history between the two now clearly evident through his actions. Quickly snapping his teeth shut with a click, his pale gaze flicked to Levani at the realization of his slip up, pure rage burning within those glacial orbs. Without any sort of explanation, Kallo turned and walked off in search of a striking stone, his gloved hands curling and uncurling as he tried desperately to sedate his anger.<br/><br/>Several quiet minutes went by as Kallo searched through the stones littering the clearing, until he finally found a suitable stone. Returning to the corpses, his gaze averted from his companion in shame, he gathered the bodies together in a pile and pulled a smile flask of milky liquid from a pouch on his belt. He quickly opened to flask and poured the milky substance on the bodies, then returned the now empty flask to his pouch and struck the stone against the plate covering the back of his hand. The small spark leapt through the air and landed on the bodies, instantly erupting in a ball of fire.<br/><br/>The intense fire reflected in the pale blue of his eyes as he stared at the burning bodies, a defeated slump in his shoulders. Kallo stood there quietly, lost in his own memories, completely oblivious to anything around him at that moment, including his new companion. The last time he had seen that pendant was the day his brother had been taken by the darkness, his very soul ripped from his body and devoured before Kallo's eyes. Wounds of that nature never truly healed. As strong as this man appeared, this was one of many cracks in his armor, one of his many weaknesses that never allowed him peace.<br/><br/>"Let's go lass." His normally stoic voice cracked with uncontrolled emotion as he turned from the dying fire and headed towards the large tree she called home. As he walked through the clearing, he tried desperately to piece together his thoughts in order to explain his outburst. Hoping that he'd gain enough control over himself by the time they returned to her home, he kept moving, one foot in front of the other, ignoring anything around, including Levani, until he reached the tree. The savory smell of rabbit that had been cooking while they were gone was lost on him as he leaned heavily against the large roots near the doorway to her hovel. Finding that pendant had taken more from him than either of the fights in the past two days.