Fleshbane is undeterred by Jefreds warning, continuing his inexorable incursion into Meneks domain at his lumbering pace. Only the arrival of Menek himself seems to divert him from his course as he turns to face the scholar.
Ah, the host decides to make an appearance at last, he taunts. I am in the midst of conducting a science experiment. I had assumed since you think yourself to be a creature of intellect, you would appreciate such an honor bestowed upon you.
Fleshbanes titanic fist blots out the sun as he raises it above his face, his unchanging carved grin of malice glowing on his face as he does so. With a mighty blow, he drops his metal appendage like a hammer, and
flicks Menek in the head.
You have loved ones, yes? Fleshbane asks. Ones that have gone on to receive their final reward?
His metal finger flicks Menek in the head once more. There is an absence of force capable of causing harm behind it, but his intent is clear. What if I were to seek them out? Do you think if I were to tear their soulflesh apart over and over again, that I may eventually grow to appreciate the experience as much as I would if they were in the world of the living? Do you think I might grow satisfied with the knowledge that I am not causing them death, but only tortuous pain for an eternity?
Another flick, and this time Fleshbane leans in closer, his unblinking stare glaring into Meneks eyes. What will you do, meat? he asks. How will you prevent me from carrying out my promise? What will you do to eject me from your precious private space? Will you run to the Raven Queen to beg her intercession on your behalf, like some sniveling human larva hiding behind its mothers apron? Or will you attempt to turn me out on your own? Do you dare lay hands upon me without absolute certainty that I will not be able to respond with lethal force?
Flick.
What will you do, Menek?
Flick.
What will you do?