Assault on Darkshire [Staging]

[Beta Ray Bill]

Scarecrow's face grew into a sneer, his pale eye's widened and he began to twitch. Slowly he paced his way towards Kerrigan, cranking a lever on the valves that held the toxin. The Amber liquid made its way through a series of surgical tubes before filling the sharp syringes that made up his gauntlet.

You dare speak to the Master of Fear in this manner, you rude ungrateful harlot!

He Reached closer with his pale bony hands sprung out into choking position, each of his steps gave a loud thud. Scarecrow etched as close as he could get to her without making a large scene. When he was behind her, his eye's  switched from a pale silver to an amber yellow. He reached for her throat. He wished her no mercy, to enjoy the pleaser of her dying in his grip, to taste ever so delicious terror from her soul. His fingers were now close to her neck inches away from clamping down before the final push he stopped, bursting into laughter and stumbling a few steps back.

Sarah turned with a look of curiosity all most as if she was studying him almost as if she were a cat. Catching his breath Scarecrow regained his posture raising his left hand and bringing the other to his chest. "My dear I believe you take me as a fool, my proposal was  only a gift that I brought to this table of warfare." Scarecrow's words turned into a raspy whisper. "do I have to spell out what weakens all of us here, we are grand conquerors, but without flaw for our egos always get the better of us. Allowing our selfs to fight one another when simply we are stronger than the ones who defy us when we work as allies." Jonathan paused before continuing. "Before I began this rambunctious life I was a professor of psychology and you know I know a great many things of the mind before I ever addressed any of you in this room I had already psychologically evaluated everyone and this assault on Darkshire are the tests of skills."

Kerrigan responded with a bow. "My dearest apologies, Scarecrow. I didn't mean to offend such an illustrious professor. I've clearly overstepped my bounds."

Scarecrow backed a step and Squinted an eye. The queen of blades just stared back at him with more interest, the fear master tilted his head and clutched his gauntlet.

She is definitely showing multiple forms of body language and her response has confirmed my observation.

"You are an interesting subject, my dear would you like to hear what observation I have made."   

Kerrigan simply did not answer her yellow eyes darted back to Illidan, seeming to be more into what his battle strategy is. Scarecrow gave a sharp turn and paced towards his companion Chara. She had been seating on a piece  of stone ruin observing and listening to the Night elf's plans. Doctor Crane sat beside her and gave the look of listing to the Elf's instruction.

"Chara, the Sarah Kerrigan character is not to be trusted I feel she will betray us all once she is done with her enemies, such as a game of chess she intends to win with no one standing to defy her, I advise you watch her she may at any moment strick us with venom as a viper." His words were nothing more then a whisper only for the child to hear. She gave a nod and they both took positions beside the group.