<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Thraxius made not a sound, nor even the slightest sign of discomfort as Sarah was rent asunder.  The death was merely an illusion, and though undoubtedly traumatic it was unlikely that the woman would suffer any permanent effects.  His grin faded before the throbbing energy of the Dreadclaw, replaced with a cold and emotionless mask.<br/><br/>"You are bound by your own limitations, spirit.  You have a simple purpose: to ferry soldiers to the battlefield, and to fire upon the enemies of Man.  Yet you lash out like some rabid animal at those you were designed to protect.  By defying this purpose you reduce yourself to the level of a raving madman, and are useless as anything more than a pile of demented<em>scrap</em>."