All eyes were on the Hunter. She had to have slipped in directly behind him after they did, as that was the only way for her to have gotten in here. The Shadows, Blades, Deathsingers, all looked at her with an eager glance to tear her to pieces for having the nerve to threaten their Over-Lord. Sarkon just looked at her with a blank expression, but he had what he had long ago figured out was a grin. But he stared at her with a burning hatred that couldn't be described. Reacting to that anger, the Shadows began to march toward her, the Blades close behind a second later. "You are becoming a [i]very[/i] big irritants to me." He said, his voice betraying that hate, which only provoked the Shadows and Blades to attack. "You will not stop what comes next. This Dreadnaught will become your tomb! You will-" "[i]Enough, Grixis."[/i] Everything in the room went silent. The Shadows and Blades ceased their advance, and all attention focused on the source of the voice. Grixis looked up at Sarkon. "What?" He didn't respond, instead he kept his stance as calm and rigid as always, having the top of his massive cleaver resting on the ground in front of him, staring right at the Guardian. What was he doing? Sarkon let out a deep chuckle. "[i]So. You're the Guardian that my friend here speaks of. A Dark Guardian."[/i] He chuckled again. "[i]But that darkness is not your own, isn't it? But it can be."[/i]