<span style="color: Navy"><b>"If only the queen and her guard remain, then there will be no lesser beings to hunt,"</b></span>the armored figure stated.<span style="color: Navy"><b>"And the queen herself... she will not flee, not until it is too late. The sidhe are nothing if not proud. They will believe that they are safe from 'mere' mortal beings."</b></span><br/><br/>He rolled his neck, giving off an audible pop, and then took in a deep breath. The air was warm and pleasant, filled with the smells of the forest. Earth and plants. Soon that would change. He held up one hand, curling his gauntleted fingers into a fist. Small motes of energy bounced and crackled across the dark plates of armor and his voice dropped into a low, hungry sound.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: Navy">"Besides... it has been far too long since I reveled in open battle. I have spent a century playing the game of courts, cutting compliments and peaceful insults. I hunger for chaos."</span></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>