<em>"Hmm, I'm sure that none shall entertain you for long, much less live up to your high expectations.”</em><br/><br/>Oh the pleasures of having a reputation. While many where no warriors, it never hurt to throw sheep at the wolves so that they grow fat and tired before the true battle started. Though if only a few of them tasted good, they could have use as playthings in a more... special kind of matter.<br/><br/><em>“For all cower before the might of the Great General, do they not?”</em><br/><br/>Flattery will get one everywhere, “The one’s still alive, anyway.” A gruff,<strong>deep</strong>and evil laugh pushed itself up through that mouth of his. Eviscerating did have reason to be smug, after all, he had earned his place with not much more than his hammer and viciousness. Though there were always those within the ranks who envied their General’s post and power... as well as those who were tempted to take it.<br/><br/><em>"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Eviscerating?"</em><br/><br/>That ruined a quickly blossoming good mood of memories past, thinking of fools who dared challenge him and the mess their bodies made after. Laugh turned inaudible growl, least not offend his<em>gracious host</em>for her time. Why was Eviscerating there,<strong>indeed?</strong><br/><br/>Looking back from the Slave Master to Mnemosyne, and doing his best to stay calm. “<em>Politics</em>,” The beast grumbled, “Recruits,” He cracked his jaw from left to right, gears grinding as the pool of annoyance rising in him, “Hunters training minions,” It all became a stressful groan like that of a lion yawning as his clawed hand went up to his distorted face and gently touched the flesh of his forehead, “Shit that would be handled<strong>by the Marquis</strong>if he had<strong>any</strong>knowledge of<strong>war</strong>and<strong>combat</strong>.” Micro-management, asking of favors,<strong><em>bureaucratics</em></strong>... not Eviscerating’s strong suits. Luck on his side, perhaps? Such things never really seemed Mnemosyne’s favored tasks either. Though there was one really good reason to be at the arena, “After which, perhaps I might<em>play</em>to let off this...<em>frustration.</em>But that does not require your assistance unless you wish it.” There was no real time for such things but that tings in the pit of his stomach told him something had to be done. It was times like this that Eviscerating missed his glory days in battle. Hell needed another great war, even if it was a war among the classes.<br/><br/>A slight chill passed by, which was odd in a place such as Hell. Eyes moving to where it felt to be coming from. There was a woman who appeared not of challenge, yet showed the crowed she clearly no underdog. The way she stood over her kill. Hmm...ruthlessness of battle with no regard for life? Coupled with a FIRE of indignation for those above. Yes, Eviscerating like. “Are you quite<em>sure</em>none are worth the time?”