He stands en garde, Huckleberry at his side as he stares down… Whatever this corrupted Hive creature was. He was surprised that they could speak at all, considering how most Hive he encounters usually end up just shrieking at him right before try to get their grubby little claws on him.
Not this one, though. And his confusion on the aspect on why this thing wasn’t attacking him is the only reason Zara doesn’t have a sniper bullet drilled into their skull yet. Of course the words spoken are supposed to be spooky and ominous, as is with most Darkmongers he encounters who are unfortunate enough to be able to talk to him.
“Yeah, a fuckin’ adventure into crap I thought I didn’t remember.” He scoffs and shakes his head, still not taking his eyes off the corrupted former Guardian. “What adventure did you get? Did it make you break out in Hives?”
Zara stares right back at the very green Hunter, eyes behind chitinous mask wandering of his form and lingering on the weapon for a few seconds. If anything they find themselves just as confused over the fact they’ve not been shot at yet by this one. That, however, was bound to change. It usually did.
“Oh, I like you. Making jokes and you haven’t filled me with holes yet.” Zara’s voice is like that of someone long since expired, a death rattle, and maybe more than enough of a warning in and of itself. “I guess you could say that my adventure with death left me covered in Hive, not wrong, not entirely right either.”
They may seem oddly passive about the encounter for being a fiend almost literally dripping with the Darkness, but many things and thoughts are tossed about within their skull. Kill the Guardian? Let him go on? Catch and release? So many games but no way to pick just one.
