[html]<style type="text/css">
.karma strong {font:9pt Georgia; line-height:0.9em; letter-spacing:-1px; font-weight:bold;}
.andre strong {color:#5e1717; font:9pt Georgia; line-height:0.9em; letter-spacing:-1px; font-weight:bold;}
</style>
Andre took another step in response to her backward shuffling, following the small trench she was digging in the sand with her feet and her rear. It was too funny; it was inevitable, and still she thought she could keep away from him. He was older, bigger, and faster than her, and she was a broken little thing anything. A plaything that had been abandoned on a half price shelf, brought to life by the tender fingers of love and then shattered by the new dollie wielding a sharp object. Mass Murderer Barbie. Perhaps if he managed to kill anyone in this ordeal, after he'd finished cutting her own throat, he could take the title of serial killer and wander. Maybe he'd go back and find Rachias and Arkham and wipe them out, and then he'd find dear old mum and kill her, too.
His ambitions were high, but only the mad could hope to achieve as much as Andre did. What's the matter, sweetie? You couldn't have got enough of dear uncle Andre last time, could you? Maybe he'd fuck her again. She certainly had been worth the risk, and watching her stumble brokenly back as he roughly led her had been all too pleasing. Another step heralded the arrival, and suddenly he was surrounded. It happened very quickly; Gabriel had darted in front of him moments before Faolin had broke from the trees and Corona had swept over behind the mighty king.
Sure, they were slightly important as blockades, but now that the real target had presented itself, he need not worry about the others. His sole intent was to kill Gabriel, and once the Inferni leader fell, he would rightfully be leader. He would have all of them killed, would begin a new clan under Inferni's name, and he would wage war on every wolf who dared touch the earth in the area. It would be glorious; it was far beyond the golden eyed dog's own thoughts.
Come, Gaby, meet Death. Inferni's mine. He had a knife. They had their Lupus forms. They were quicker than him, but one faulty move could end their lives. The advantage was in their favour only because of numbers. Talitha herself proved to be a hindrance on Inferni's side; someone would need to focus more on her than on the rest of the fight, or he would be able to kill her. He wanted the king, but he would take the princess if he could. His wicked grin showed how his fear was nonexistent; he truly believed they had all sealed their own deaths.