Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The look on the snow elf delegate's face was somewhat pensive, but that look only took a dramatic turn for the worse when Screet smashed the skull of a snow elf right in front of their gates. Blood splashed every which way as brain matter fell to the snow, staining it's pristine white coat red with blood and death. And then with a strength completely unexpected of his small stature, Screet used his hard hands to rip the body of the snow elf he just finished killing apart, and that was enough to drive the delegate crazy as he ran towards Screet shouting.

"What the hell are you doing! Stop this right now!" the only response the Delegate could get was dozens of guns and blades pointed right in his face when he got a little too close to Rezar's limo. The delegate took a deep breath as his heart skipped a beat, one wrong move and he would probably lose his head. And with the way these people were, there was no way that could be a bluff.

"I believe you said we can't bring any prisoners into your city, so in retrospect we've decided to execute each and every one of them. This way it would be convenient for both sides, we deliver our own brand of justice and you don't have to worry about taking care of our prisoners for us." Alistair said with a small smile as he also finished it off with a small how.

"You-you! Why….you! Humph!"

The delegate was completely speechless and at a loss for words, there was nothing he could say about the scene right in front of him. It was crazy and extremely good that it left completely caught of guard. Sure he was making things a bit difficult for them and obviously trying to save the snow elf prisoners that they had, but to think they would be so braze to kill snow elves right in front of the snow elf capital….it was beyond insane and mad. The king of Morte Bianca was not without a few screws loose.

Screet gave the delegate a bright smile, but coming from the undead Mole-man, such a smile could described as something akin to the worst nightmares in existence. Screet dragged another snow elf close to him, this time a young girl that looked no older than seventeen. What was she doing around those bandits...well none of the Biancans gave a fuck, most especially Screet who's horrifying and dried out looking hand slowly stretched around the neck of the snow elf girl.

There was a small sizzling sound as her fair skin let out a hiss, releasing wisps of smoke as Screet's power of decay seemed to leave a rather ugly line and garish scar on her neck. The snow elf girl shuddered as she cried out in pain and stretched forth her hands towards the delegate in the hopes that he would save her. Words were unable to escape her throat, because apart from the frantic look in her eyes, and the bruises on her body, a mark left from the earlier battle was her missing tongue, and the sight shook the delegate even more.

"Please no more! This is the entrance of our illustrious capital city, having an execution in front of it, is a little bit too much. I believe we can come to an agreement, you can keep your prisoners, as long as you can keep them under control and handle their necessities without the assistance of the snow elf Kingdom, then we have a deal. We would also be willing to negotiate with you for the release of some of the snow elf citizens, I assure you we will interrogate them thoroughly and have stable answers for you by the time the sun sets." The delegate was pretty much desperate, Rezar had pushed him into a corner and turned the tables on him when he tried being shady.

This was a good way to end any sort of conflict, and Rezar was all too happy to take it, however he was trying to make an example. And that's what he's going to do. Screet let our a rather nasty smile as his fingers stabbed deep into the fair neck of the snow elf. Blood splattered out, pumping out in an exquisite spray as the undead seemed to shudder in pleasure at the life rapidly escaping the confirms of the body that once held it sway. This was freedom in the truest sense of the word, and life couldn't be any more better when someone dies.

"NO!"

The delegate screamed with eyes as wide as golf balls, opened side in shock and surprise that still Screet went ahead and killed the snow elf, even after they had agreed that they would be allowed to have their way.

"I'm so sorry about that, seems she wouldn't be a part of the conversation anymore. However my king is in agreement with what you just said. We'll keep a tight watch on our prisoners, and we're willing to negotiate about the release of the snow elves now in our custody. But that would be by sunset tonight, we also have interrogations of our own to carry out. But ultimately are you in agreement or do we just execute everyone here and be done with it?" Screet asked as his smile grew even wider.

The delegate gritted his teeth so hard, it was like hearing ice crack or break, even from within his limo Rezar found it extremely irritating. But the delegate had no choice, the obvious grinding of his teeth was more than enough off that the Biancans had him at an impasse. But he was left without much of a choice in this matter. He looked at the pool of blood, where wow elves had just been brutally murdered and then sighed in resignation.

"We're in agreement with what you've just said and the arrangement is in our best interest. Welcome to Sillomere, the city of Ice Steel!"