@velaaru_of_illea: There it was; that inner fire that the truly great possessed. Something in her relatively brief life had given her a hatred that defied any measure of time or experience. Still, having the heart to be ruthless was only part of the equation; one still required a degree of skill to be able to execute it. Nodding to her without a trace of humor, he turned towards the door, barking out an order in a guttural, almost bestial language. Almost instantly, the entire door frame was filled by a miniature mountain of fur and muscle - one of the Grizzlon bodyguards that Zedracus insisted accompany his champion. The ursine ogre wore no armor, but carried a heavy, spiked maul, made entirely from some steel-like metal. The weapon must have easily weighed 80 pounds, but the monster holding it handled it as though it was a wisp of grass.
"I much prefer simplicity," he spoke, returning his gaze to Vel. "So let us make this simpler, still." He once again addressed the Grizzlon, as he waved one of his four meaty hands at Vel'aaru. "Kill her." Without hesitation, the beastly minion sprung forward with a snarl, its weapon swinging in a devastating downward arc towards the Illian's head.
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