Amon smirked the man's words as they walked together towards the door, "Wouldn't dare want to scratch the armor would we." Hopefully, Darth Kravos was ecstatic wherever he was about how well Spice tried to maintain his piece of armor. But his attitude changed when they reached the door and he braced himself beside the other for when it opened. When it reached one and the door was flung open, he stretched his arms forward as a blast of the force was unleashed and directly into the room with a scream.
The cultists and workers inside were picked up easily as they slammed into the opposite wall and providing the opening for Spice to do his work. They got up and charged at him without concern, most of them cut in half but some were able to simply jump onto him and try to bring him down with their weight. Amon wouldn't let take place for long as he would step into the room shortly and wield the force to rip them off and hold them in the air, giving an easy target for Spice to kill without him interfering. After the room had been mowed of opposition, the wailing continued and grew louder.
Amon covered one of his ears as he inspected the eye, finding the pupil of it slightly indented and a different color of red. He walked past Spice as he held out his other arm, "Knife!" It would be smoothly caught and spun in the right direction as he approached the drawing. The center of the eye would be dug out, more likely chipped out and nestled in the hole was a sort of ornate red gem that was practically pulsing, the source of where the Darkside had been leaking from.
He wedged the knife into the wall and between the artifact and pushed hard against it before the pressure caused it to pop out of the wall. The wailing stopped and the fresh blood that cried dried away as Amon caught it with his free hand. It had some heft to it and the Sith designs of it made it unmistakable. Amon turned towards Spice and offered the dagger back handle first, "This is it." He lifted his other hand to show the artifact to him, able to feel something almost swirling inside it.
The cultists and workers inside were picked up easily as they slammed into the opposite wall and providing the opening for Spice to do his work. They got up and charged at him without concern, most of them cut in half but some were able to simply jump onto him and try to bring him down with their weight. Amon wouldn't let take place for long as he would step into the room shortly and wield the force to rip them off and hold them in the air, giving an easy target for Spice to kill without him interfering. After the room had been mowed of opposition, the wailing continued and grew louder.
Amon covered one of his ears as he inspected the eye, finding the pupil of it slightly indented and a different color of red. He walked past Spice as he held out his other arm, "Knife!" It would be smoothly caught and spun in the right direction as he approached the drawing. The center of the eye would be dug out, more likely chipped out and nestled in the hole was a sort of ornate red gem that was practically pulsing, the source of where the Darkside had been leaking from.
He wedged the knife into the wall and between the artifact and pushed hard against it before the pressure caused it to pop out of the wall. The wailing stopped and the fresh blood that cried dried away as Amon caught it with his free hand. It had some heft to it and the Sith designs of it made it unmistakable. Amon turned towards Spice and offered the dagger back handle first, "This is it." He lifted his other hand to show the artifact to him, able to feel something almost swirling inside it.