The iron, metallic smell wafting into the air made love with their nostrils.
Salome stood at the epicenter of the carnage; countless chameleon beats lay dismembered and disembowled at her feet. Her adorable pupil was relegated to one knee next to her and drawing draining breaths, but still in alright shape due to Salome's protection.
Salome greedily absorbed the splatters of blood staining her pale skin and addressed the one wearing the skull crown.
"What's the goal with all of this, fool?"
The leader of the chameleons just stared at the two who'd fended off over 30 of his Warriors. Blinking awkwardly as it was completely unbothered by the mutilation of its subjects.
In a monotonous, groggy voice, it repeated its go-to phrase:
"Kill… Lust…"
Salome just sighed, her usual smile drained from her face by the familiar throes of battle.
"Yeah, yeah… you've said that plenty enough by now."
