Spectator Thread

[Gildarts]

Sunlight spilled across the florals of the forest on the screen, it was almost beautiful, except it had been painted with a crimson sea of blood.

Behemoth had been avidly multitasking, he watched the screen through one person's mind, while he also eavesdropped on a pink princess's business, and cocked a coy eye over to Millie, the girl who his fellow psychic was baiting him with. Finally, a set of guards rid him of the screaming distraction, that had left permanent scorch marks in his ears. He rubbed them, and as the guards approached the secondary with intent to round Behemoth up and exile him, the monster gave a scowl.

"Excuse me sir, this facility will be cl-"

"Hmph. You know, I had planned on meeting old limbless here," Behemoth interrupted, knowing full well the Syntax employee had no idea of the strange man's plans. "Call it, a surprise?" He muttered and antagonized the male, enjoying the frazzled expression haunting the shell of the youth's being.

Limbless? Who is this guy? The employee thought to himself as he floundered for the excuses he had been told to use by the higher-ups.

"Now now, I'm not an unreasonable man. I know you have a job to do, and I don't really plan on getting in the way unless you make me. But... From the looks of it, you are going to make me." Behemoth could have threatened the employee even more, but he enjoyed seeing the man squirm in an attempt to guess whether or not his words would prove to be a bluff.

"Listen sir, even if you don't move for me, my boss will be coming over to..." As the man said this, the sound of shoes stepping on pristine white tile clacked below a short man's gait.

A suited Coruscatian arrived to mediate between the two who seemed to have reached a tie in their dilemma. The snarling short man put on the false and sneaky smirk that coiled around his thin lips so well, as he offered his 'assistance' to their misunderstanding. "What seems to be the pr-"

WAM!

Behemoth had wound up a fist and with the forcing surge of his blow, the unsuspecting Kindal of Syntax collapsed to the ground in a one hit K. O.

"That's for the bastard you tricked." Behemoth didn't bother taking a sorry look down at the shattered remains of his broken carpals, the shooting pain was enough to bridge his subconscious and cause the firewall-like barriers in his mind to relent.

Kindal hadn't moved from his lifeless spot on the floor, meanwhile his underling stared at the man with wide eyes. "Damn that idiot, I assure you, I'm not usually this sentimental." Behemoth explained to the unknowing employee before waving his good hand in front of his face, in a very Jedi-esque movement.

Vengeance had cost him his hand, and was too much of Gildarts' style for Behemoth to have let the opportunity to pass without it being fully realized.

"You've just been outclassed, Prime." Behemoth said to the air, which sent ripples on all directions until it would find the subconscious of the one known as Gildarts.

"S-sir, put your hands up!" The underling finally remembered to execute protocol.

Behemoth rolled his eyes, "Now, don't you remember what happened? This man here attacked that poor woman, now help me carry her out of here."

And so it was, the slimy Behemoth hoped to take the injured Millie from the place and treat her, for his powers too, could be used for good. Blood smeared on the Syntax employee's shirt as he was carrying the woman in his arms. Manipulating people had it's perks and Behemoth was pridefully content. Perhaps this deed of charity would be enough to pay off his debt, but he thought naught.