[ Marazhai feels the chill on his skin, and with Heinrix’s witch powers, it practically seeps in down to the bone. For most, it would be the sort of uncomfortable that verges on painful, and, true, it is for Marazhai too. But for drukhari, that’s a pleasure. He hums out a low, quiet trill of a noise, and he flashes Heinrix a wild smile when he says he should thank the Captain. It’s like he’s deliberating whether to say something sharp or to put something sharp in Heinrix’s belly.

But the noise of easy, fearful prey moves him on from the harder bounty that is the Inquisitor. ]

Ha— You know, Inquisitor, maybe I will.

[ Marazhai stalks forward in quick steps, and with his height, the distance is closed so quickly that the voidborn barely has time to stumble over themselves. They only manage half a turn, half an utterance of “Xenos” before Marazhai grabs the pale, gangly creature by its meagre hair and lifts them off their feet. That pain pulls out a scream and no less than a purr from the drukhari. ]

Mmmm… You know, I much prefer those of you I find on the battlefield.

[ The voidborn kicks at Marazhai as best they can, but his armor does its job, and he doesn’t even flinch. It does it further when his grip tightens enough for the clawed metal to dig into their scalp deeply. Blood drips down their pale skin, but Marazhai instead turns to look at Heinrix. It’s exactly what’s expected from his kind, but it’s another thing to still to see that this is a slow slaughter. ]

The rabble you fill your ships with… Pathetic things. Don’t you think?