"Do I know you?" is all Danyael said in the beginning when Kelvack had approached him. As far as the Nephilim was concerned, no one should know who he was, save for those from Everworld and Tamrissa of the Umbra. Oh well. Not that it mattered much.

Cartilige and marrow twine together as Danyael's arm re-knits itself. Soon, skin follows, completing the arm's regeneration. Only a moment later, a fresh sleeve gros from his jacket, covering the newly grown limb. With a satisfying "snap", popping his bones into place, Danyael lets out a sigh of relief. Having two arms was such a good feeling that people took advantage of..

He simply looks at Kelvack. The little one was strong indeed. And quite possibly the only source of comic relief out of the entire group, save for Rhiyou's dry humor..

His eyes, however, narrow on Kelvack as the warrior speaks of the previous battle and his enjoyment of it. "You actually enjoy fighting?" he speaks dryly to Kelvack, not bothering to look the warrior in the face.

His eyes narrow even more at the mention of Soul and Blooddrinker. He stops in mid-walk, allowing his elogent Everworld cloak to waft in the wind. His head slowly turns and eyes look down on Kelvack. "Not the sword only. But both it and the wielder are a plague. He speaks of justice without even knowing what it really is."

Without anything further to say, Danyael looks back ahead of him and continues to walk on. He had enough on his mind already. And although Kelvack's happy-go-lucky behavior would have been more than welcome, all of Danyael's acceptance was dried out after he was betrayed by the one he trusted above all others.

"And that street waif of a queen is no better than the hypocrite is..." he snarled in reference to Tamrissa. The mere thought of her face was enraging at most. So enraging that Danyael thrusted a stylish side kick into the side of a building, bashing down the wall with incredible force. Obviously, he had enough saved up anger to make even a juggernaught blush.

His face masked his anger, however as not a single feature of expression was made, save for a mimicked snarl from the ridge of his lips. And for a single moment, Duriel's presence made itself known, forcing the buildings around Danyael's vicinity to begin to corrode and rust away in a festering fashion.

How dare she act invincible and self righteous! And more so, how dare she try to play it off in a lie of her "bond". Bladerdash! Complete Balderdash! And then there was this ill prepared defense on the city from the tyranid legions. Cameron was a brilliant tactician. Why could he not have prepared better?

And now, look who comes back? Fei Serumen. His least favorite ally. Back to ham shit up for his grand finale of bullshit, one would assume. No matter, he ment nothing to the Nephilim. As it should be.

So many people around him that simply annoyed him. And yet, he was forced to team up with him. If it weren't for Kelvack's joking around, he would be long gone by now. And possibly, take Sera with him.

And then finally, that oh-so-priceless question. Why should the Empire care for this multiverse? There were far too many it ruled over. This one was just one of the free ones. Why was he forced to defend this wretched universe?!

He couldn't contain his anger any longer. With his newly regenerated arm, he rams it into the ground, ripping up wire and circuitry. And with a soft click, the wires erupt in silver flames. With a "hmph" he tosses the ashen wiring aside. He needed to vent anyway. And better he vented on something that could be repaired, instead of something that was alive.

With a sigh, he continues walking on. Yet, he stops and looks back at Kelvack. "You coming? Or am i to traverse this ruin alone?" he spoke to Kelvack, inviting the warrior to accompany him to the command center.