As Delphine's sword punched through the scorpion's carapace, it convulsed - screeching foully, limbs going into spasm as she twisted the blade. It was still flailing when her blade severed something it couldn't live without, that glistening-black form crumpling at last-<br/><br/>...And then more than that.<br/><br/>Delphine staggered back, as the scorpion's corpse seemed to collapse in upon itself, decay in fast-forward - Her little gasp purring from her lips, as she looked down at her weapon.<em>That</em>wasn't normal: It might've been effective, but it was also incredibly disturbing. She was just glad that Master hadn't seen that...<br/><br/>With a brisk shake of her head, she crossed over to the mound, turning her gaze on the hole the scorpion had left...Surely it wasn't just a nest of vermin?