Thraxius' eye swiveled to glare between Sarah and Cortez, his heavy mechanical hand only barely holding itself in check instead of rearing back to remove the cowering man's disfigured head from his shoulders.<em>"Take him with us?  Surely you jest, Milady Yrysriac,"</em>he wheezed, practically jabbing the sorry sod with the sharp end of the axe in a violent gesture.<em>"This is a heretic, a soulless abomination wearing the skin of a man.  Its very existence is an insult to the thrice-blessed Omnissiah."</em><br/><br/>His vox implant groaned like an old tree in winter, expressing disgust with every inch of his hulking frame.<em>"See how this corrupted shell quivers as a child to deceive us, while in that hateful skull writhes the black seed of a daemon.  If we do not execute him in the Emperor's name, then we would do well to strip the limbs from his body before turning him over to an Inquisitor, to see what secrets the traitorous vermin conceals from view."</em>