Cui gave the man a disdainful look from behind her leather mask, was he really so moronic as to be brainwashed by that pathetic woman they called the ‘Empress’? Surely not. But there was something else she was thinking of, other than the man’s dogged loyalty to someone that barely cared about him, and that was just how easily killed he could be. Just how easy it would be to rend him into nothing and spread the shattered remnants to the winds. Such a thought made her hunger to see such a thing, she had killed many before in her little frenzies, but the sight of such a thing always made her ecstatic with utter joy. When she was done with her small bout of violence and psychological mind games, she slinked away and let the other…’information gatherer’ have another turn. His work with those blades of his was most certainly a brilliant sight, no matter how much raw damage they caused to the man.<br/><br/>When the man finally responded to her, she gave a short and harsh laugh that cut out amidst the relative quiet. Oh how she just loved the dogged ways of the monarchy and their peons. Pretty much all of them regarded their followed and most trusted soldiers as nothing more than pawns on a national chess board. For it were not a case of affection, the monarchy only gives a damn about those with money, and the highest of privilege. People like how she used to be, before the gangs and the crime. Before the most ill-fated of murders upon kin. Just the thought of such a thing made her sigh with anger and regret. Anger and regret that she would take out upon those like this man, this pathetic insolent little man, and his dogged loyalty.<br/><br/>Her limited attention finally drew back upon her fellow torturer, who was setting about beating the man with his fists; he threw a monstrous punch into the man’s jaw, connecting with a horrid sound of flesh hitting flesh. The fellow continued his assault of fists and steel twice more, and while the wounds were not exactly the most damaging of blows, they would most certainly hurt the man greatly. She watched with further glee as he slashed and layered cuts upon the man’s arms with blinding speed, causing many more of the superficial wounds that caused pain but not scarring, not that scars were a big problem in the least. The man was bleeding somewhat profusely; perhaps loss of consciousness by blood-loss would be a future and prevalent problem? After all, an unconscious information pool was rather useless.<br/><br/>When her fellow had finally finished his assault of blades and superficial wounds, Cui stepped in forwards for her next attempt at breaking the wretch. She favoured playing mind games with people rather than actually hurting them, at least, until her anger, hatred and overall bloodlust got the best of her. Slinking forwards towards the man, she adjusted her crimson coloured gloves, and smiled beneath her mask, this was going to be enjoyable.<br/><br/>Now standing just a few feet in front of the man, she tilted her head to one side.<span style="color: #FF0000">“If your Empress is as, grand, as you say she is, then why haven’t people like us, the so-called ‘scum’ been stopped and driven out? Why are you in this very situation? I have your answer; the Empress just doesn’t give a damn about you, nor her subjects. They are all peons to her, beneath her. You are nothing to her but some pawn on a chess board.” </span><br/><br/>Finishing up her taunting, she took chance that he was laying upon the ground, and whispered to him.<span style="color: #FF0000">“If she cared, your life wouldn’t be in danger.”</span>Standing back to her full height, she scoffed at him, such misspent loyalty. She added to this another kick, but this time into his side, and bent down once again, layering punches upon him. But forever careful not to damage the speaking apparatus, that was the truly important part.<span style="color: #FF0000">“Ignorant moron!”</span>She shouted punching him more and more, “Do you not see just how badly you are being used!?” She landed one solid punch upon the man’s nose, likely breaking it from the sound it produced, but more so it released a great torrent of blood.<br/><br/>Standing back up, she adjusted her gloves once more and awaited an answer.