[i]At that note, the crowd screamed with an incredible bloodlust. The true colors of Khaom broke loose: blood red.[/i] [i]The cheers - no, the battlecries - rang throughout the stadium, blaring through each seat as if it had been the greatest performance that they had seen in some time. It wasn't, but the crowd lover the death of an emperor nonetheless.[/i] [i]The dwarf's fat head rolled across the ground, eyes twitching before his face fell limp, his dirty grey tongue rolling out of his mouth through previously barred teeth. The portly body would fall still, as crimson blood dripped from the new stump that replaced where his head sat between his shoulders.[/i] [i]Rue sat up then, staring at the scene as she still clutched her torn arm. She kept silent, though there was a distant approval yet.[/i] [spoiler]•[b]Khaom[/b] greatly approves of this. •[b]Rue[/b] approves of this.[/spoiler]