He managed to take one big, deep breath before he heard the voice.  It cut through his small moment of reprieve and it made him angry.  Urudal survived the crash?  The size and shape of their respective crafts probably allowed him to have a cushier landing, sure, but was the sleek little black ship that sturdy?  He should’ve died.  That man…<i>he</i>was responsible for this.  He was the reason Sidriel was a messy pile of scrap, that Seraph was in danger, that Ilion himself had almost died.<br/><br/>The mercenary growled and ducked back inside.  He didn’t have time to grab his mask from deep within, but he did keep weapons tucked away just about everywhere, so it took just a few seconds to grab a high powered phaser.  He emerged again, this time going so far as to hoist himself out and stand on what was currently the top of his ship.  His furious gaze drifted from the damage done by the Shadow Lily to her captain on the ground below.<i>Fuck, he’s massive,</i>was the first thought that went through Ilion’s head, but he was too pissed for it to really set in.  Had he allowed it, Ilion might’ve also noted that his enemy looked better suited to the forest behind him than the dark metallic ship he’d been travelling in.