<em>"Boss?  How quaint that anyone would believe a Warden would dare to sully his hands with the blood of the worthless,"</em>a voice gurgled and cracked from over Yrec's head.  The Flayer stood silhouetted against the flickering lights of the floors far above, nearly a shadow but for the bone white gleam of his body armor and the glare off his lenses.  After a moment of inspection it seemed to ignore the prisoner's presence entirely, though its hand had since drawn uncomfortably close to the whip at its side.<br/><br/><em>"Of course, the prisoners do not have the right to self-defense in the Slam.  Not against those in authority, as Judis well knows.  However, you would do well to retain some ounce of subtlety, Mister Furion.  Not that your blunt methods do not have their place, of course."</em><br/><br/>Flayer leaned over the railing several floors above and stared that unblinking stare of his, arms crossing behind his back.<em>"But if you keep speaking so loudly of the vengeance you will wreak against those who dare to kill guards, there may be those who begin to ask when <strong>your</strong> time will come.  Why, I do think you've set a record for the most guards killed by a single person in the Slam.  Some might consider that odd, you <strong>being</strong> one.  Of course, perhaps that's none of my concern."</em><br/>