Raze nodded at the suggestions of making camp. He turned to relay the same orders to one of the pureblood commanders. He had studied ancient sith extensively, but it was something else entirely to actually use it in practice. The Sith Lord temporarily gazed off into the distance, watching the chanting of the Massassi that were far more alive than they had been in years likely.
He didn’t initially follow Malicia, his thoughts on setting up outposts in case the King returned. However, when she stopped to address him, he slowly turned to regard her. He saw the look in her eyes and they betrayed perhaps more than she would have liked. Raze’s helmet was as cryptic as usual, though the face beneath it was generally the same.
He took slow steps towards her, coming close to where his frame towered over hers. The armor made him even more imposing, the visor and mechanized voice projecting a cool detachment. The Sith Lord came within arm’s distance from Malicia, visor gazing down to where she would be able to see her own burning gaze on his helmet. She would see exactly the faintest traces of what she was betraying and allowing him to see.
“And what if I don’t have self control?” The mechanized voice rang out, the words lingering for a moment. His tone, as ever, was unapologetic and direct. He didn’t move for a second or two, letting her fully feel the frosty chill that usually accompanied him when he was Raze.
After what felt like agonizing moments, he finally stepped past her and walked towards where they needed to set up camp. He called out to her as he walked, “Your men have already been looking into me,” He said casually without looking back. The ones on Raxus still had a vendetta against him, “If they cross lines I don't want, I will dispose of them.”
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