Alex stopped the rolling head with his foot, the motion almost lazy, almost indifferent, though nothing about the moment felt that way to him. His eyes met the now lifeless gaze of the skaven commander, and through gritted teeth, venom threading every syllable, he spat down at it.
"Good. I'll get to kill more of your kind."
The commander's dying words had sounded simple. Almost ordinary, even, spoken with the same rasping ease it might have used to comment on the dead.
Yet buried inside that simplicity was a weight that would have crushed nearly anyone standing beneath the certainty of what those words actually promised.
'We finally found you.'
It wasn't a boast. It was a warning, delivered with the particular calm of something that knew it had already won regardless of the outcome of this single fight.
