Esone's head swiveled up unnaturally, cranium twisted to one side. His eyes had become an unbroken expanse of radioactive green energy, and his now sharp-toothed grin held the remains of the Collector he stood over. Another howl, this one more primal and savage than before, ripped from his throat as he stared at his commander.<br/><br/>For a moment, he held perfectly still. Almost serene, a snarling dog on a leash.<br/><br/>Then a bolt from a Scion's weapon clipped his shoulder.<br/><br/>The lieutenant's inhuman visage twisted in fury as his gaze snapped towards the offender. The ship began to tremble as he charged like a raging behemoth, brass spreading like a virus to encasing his form.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #00FF00">"FEED!"</span></span><br/><br/>Striking an Infernal Monster stylist makes him angry.<br/>This is unwise. Retribution<span style="font-style: italic">Will</span>Follow.