Koya stood casually with his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar and his hands resting in his trouser pockets while his long silver hair brushed his shoulders.
His glowing crimson eyes looked down at Drake with a look of boring disappointment.
"Albano... Shirou..." Drake rasped out, his voice sounding like two heavy iron plates grinding together as his alloy jaw reset itself.
He pulled himself to his feet with his hand gripping his short-sword tightly. "What... what did you do to our tech guy?!"
Koya didn't answer with words.
He reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out a severed, pale human head by its messy hair… the head of their tech specialist, his eyes still wide in frozen, bloody shock and casually tossed it across the floor like a bowling ball.
THUD... ROLL... SLAP.
The head rolled across the metal deck, coming to a stop right at Drake's boots leaving a trail of dark blood smearing the floor.
Drake's entire body vibrated with a mixture of horror and violent rage.
