"No, you are not." His grip tightened around the hilt of his cleaver. Words couldn't describe how much he wanted this Knight dead, the same could be said with every single Wizards that was listening after what she had asked for. But their task was getting the skeleton back to Jupiter as soon as possible, he wasn't about to have the entire site involved in this intrusion, even though he could end this in seconds by uttering a word, but again, he'd rather not. So what to do with this one. An idea came to him. Yes, that would work excellently. "Molkir," he said to the Exalted Wizard, "summon a pair of my Blades, let them deal with this." Molkir turned to face him. "[i]My liege, you can end this here and now! Just give the order and-"[/i] "[i]Summon. The. Blades,"[/i] he told her in a low voice that sounded almost like a growl. There was a moment of silence before Molkir put a claw on her chest and did a small bow. [i]"Apologize, my liege."[/i] A ball of green energy appeared in her claw. She wrapped her fingers around it, building up it's power, and then released it, causing a small flash. The shrieking sound of space being torn filled the air as two portals appeared, slowly growing in size. Just like the spell, the portals caused a momentary flash, leaving in their place two Knights wearing gray colored Swordbearer armor. They both came from behind him and took positions on either side of Grixis, looking down at Xerox. The one to his left went by the name of Men'kaar. Before Grixis brought him into the Blades, he had killed nine Knights in open combat. The blade of his sword was Arc energy given solid form. The other Blade was Calvik. He was slightly bigger than the average Knight. He was definitely stronger and more resilient because of it. Before becoming a Blade, he had slain an Ogre fresh out of the Summoning Pits. Stabbed it in the center of it's bulbous head. And that was after breaking free of it's death grip; his blade was made of Void energy. "If you want a fragment, then you will have to earn it. Defeat my Blades. Should you win, deliver their essence to me. But, should you lose... I will let your Worm decide your fate." He raised his sword and pointed it at Xerox. And with that, the two Blades charged. That was when an Acolyte approached him. It bowed before him. "[i]My liege, the last of the bones are being delivered to the Cruiser."[/i] "Good," he said with satisfaction in his voice, "Sarkon will be pleased." He took one last look at the dance of death below him, before retrieving a small crystal from a pouch on his waist. The crystal glowed a bright green at his touch. He brought it to where his mouth was, then spoke. "Come to Jupiter, there you will be rewarded what you have sought." When he finished, he released the crystal, letting it fall to his feet. A Tomb ship tore through space and stopped above them. The last thing he saw was Tomb ships appearing all around him, picking up the Hive at the site. He, Molkir, and the Acolyte were broken down into ash and transported into the ship. It tore through space once more, delivering them to the Cruiser above.