Thraxius intent has more effect than his words, as the illusionary room vanishes, to be replaced by the glow of the machine spirit's sentience.  It thrums with annoyance.  "You don't like these images?  Perhaps all you seek is death?" As it says this, the two figures straighten, pulling Sarah into bloody fragments.  Her scream is agonizing, but thankfully quite short. There is a thrum of laughter now, filling the space as the white robed figures vanish with this act of destruction. Words roll out again, more powerfully.<strong>"I am designed for death and plunder.  This shows your inferior thinking."</strong><br/><br/><em>((Pausing to see the result of Creeper's action, though Thraxius can speak his mind before it if he likes.))</em>