The sounds of screaming terror and ravaging beasts filled the air as Nox strode fully through the town. He did not bother with hiding himself from sight, with the
gnullith over his shoulders he seemed no more then a robed figure moving through the din.
As he stood, taking in the sounds of destruction and mayhem, the urge to shed blood rose in his being. It was an impulse he often controlled, as was demanded of his bearing, but at times it became more then he wished to resist. Much like the
Embrace of Pain, it was something he saved.
Suddenly alerted to a sound on his left, Nox spun on his heel only to see a small group of eight infidels armed with rifles hurtling down the street toward him. Oddly, or perhaps not considering his disguise, the infidels did not break their weapons to bare on him, but rather ran ahead as if driven by an unnamed fear. Naturally, it did not take him long to realize that a voxyn was hot on their trail.
This was a kill he wished for himself, not his
voxyn.
As he shouted an order in the tongue of his people the
voxyn stopped in it's tracks. The infidels took slightly longer to respond.
In their moment of confusion Nox threw the hood and wings of his cloak back from himself, plainly showing his shape in all its glory.
Scarred, mutilated and tattooed, his markings of trial, rank, and achievement covered every inch of his flesh not already substituted for symbiotes. Foreign biological weapons and armor seemed to decorate his shape as he stood tall and proud before the motley crew of infidels.
Speaking in his own tongue, he gave his one warning before attacking.
"Die Well."
Then, with stunning speed he launched into action. Leaping once, he found himself standing squarely before the groups would-be leader. A tall humanoid, this ones physical build was clearly the largest of the rest.
Before the front man could even respond Nox had jabbed the razor sharp tail of his
amphistaff through the mans neck. Without missing a beat, he turned on his heel and brutally yanked the creature free of the mans neck while delivering a painful blow to anothers mid-section via his heel. Even then, he didn't slow. As the body of his first victim slumped to the ground he threw up his free hand in the face of another villager. Where there had only been empty palm appeared the head of a smaller more refined
ampistaff. The
tsai, as the Yuuzhan Vong called them, hardened its beak as it was driven through the mans facial structure.
Quick steps soon had him behind the majority of the groups attention and free to act again. Unfortunately, one of the fringe men had tracked his motions with his rifle and now fired a searing bolt at the Executors side. The shot glanced off of his vondoon armor, but was enough to drive him back a step and prevent him from making another brutal lunge. He did, however, manage to hurl a small buzzing insect at the infidel who had shot him... the resulting explosion blew the heretics chest open.
The fray continued for only thirty standard seconds more before the small party of villagers lay dead at the feet of the Executor. When it was over he spoke only the simple prayer, a tone of mocking in his voice, the strode off to continue his search...
