Ulrhun looked to see some ongoing battle between two living organics but it made no difference to him who they were, nor who they served. What mattered is they were living, <KILL! FEED!! HUNGER!!! I demand their lives be taken! My spirit hungers! Serve Thy purpose and appease my appetite!> Again He fell to the ground as his functions left him, his mind seemed to splinter in the presence of his god. Then again a god speaking to him was rather amusing. For some reason he was able to escape the common shackles of his lesser brothers and attain free agency. Enough to change the cycle so he was awakened first, even before the Tomb Spiders. He was given more freedom then most and appreciated that, but now he felt as though even his master could not control him any longer. Not like he needed to, in the endless centuries and millennia spent killing, mindlessly or not, he had come to find pleasure in it. The only action he could ever execute again with any form of human emotion that was left to him, so he made is his own. Through this he became the best at what he did, instead of fleeing from his fate he embraced it. He would suffer eternity in order to attain his last and only passion, to kill.<br/><br/>He saw that the attacking party was pitifully outnumbered and outgunned, it would not help him to take out the losing side and strengthen the greater against his forces. But he was not one to mindlessly jump into the killing as his lesser brothers did. He took a moment, used the vast array of technology built into him to his disposal. Scanning them and taking notes on his new enemies, to him they were quite fascinating. He saw the attackers, even though hoplessly outnumbered, somehow held their own and refused to die no matter the amount of damage inflicted upon them. They were walking tanks, superior beings to their enemies, yet they made no head way. Blue lights of plasma and poorly guided missiles either pinged off their immense bulking armor or did not harm them enough to slow down the engines of destruction the juggernauts seemed to be, they also were using some sort of support tactic that was clearly visible when viewed from the perspective of a idle party who can properly analyse the tactical situation.<br/><br/>After a few moments of analysis of the defenders he saw why. Their tactics were flawless, at least from a tactical perspective of attackers coming from the outside. They had their walls strategically placed in some crescent shapes that made them perfect kill-zones and had built it so perfectly into the ice that any other attempt at entry would take hours of digging to get to and then would have to make a hole in their defences. Truly these were opponents worthy of slaughter. They were evenly matched, at least for the moment. Ulrhun saw the defenders reinforcing their line with some large mechanised walkers with massive long and rectangular guns protruding from their shoulders. They were surging with electro magnetic energy that was building as then were entrenching themselves in the ramparts. This was not going to end well for the attacking forces. The idea of this battle ending did not please Ulrhun, at least not without him having some fun in all this chaos. After storing his observed data in by sending it back to storage in the catacombs he walked forward a few feet then dissappeared from space but only for a split second. Teleporting up to the defenders ramparts.<br/><br/>His scythe phased out of reality as he pushed it into the nearest of the large mechs and then re-solidified it pulling it out of the large walker, making a large whole in it as he pulled with extreme force killing the inhabitant of the walker. There was a loud scream from inside that made all the defenders suddenly look at the newcomer who appeared from nowhere. What was left of the walker fell over the edge of the wall and crashed against the ground 70 feet below exploding in the glacial ice blow. As the metal and remains of the being he had just slaughtered fell from the scythe as it phased back out of reality. If his steel face could have smiled, could have shown emotion at all, it would have shown murderous delight. For now he had entered the state of ecstasy that he had been so reminiscent of for those millennia in slumber.<br/><br/>The intial awe seemed to wear off and one of them tried shooting at him, the plasma blast that he shot at him was frail and weak compared to some great weapons he had stood up to over the years. The field of Nanobots that surrounded Ulrhun easily absorbed the impact and destabilised the plasma turing it back to nothing but hot air. He wished he could laugh as he again teleported, right in front of the perpetrator, his scythe already in position as he came out impaling him the moment he re-materialised. Another scream, *Now time to feed my master*...