The being melts into the shadows. It does not run or hide. It merely awaits the arrival of the newcomer.
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[b][i]The silhouette of a giant winged warrior approaches. His hulking form is armored in blood red battle plate. This warrior is the size of a Primarch. Heavy footsteps ring like a hammer on an anvil. Sarris-Sanguine steps into full view. He seems not to see you.[/i][/b]