Milion's going to see I can take care of this bitch by myself. I don't need him to rip her apart.
With his ears pinned to his head, and his tail swishing angrily behind him, Michael entered the designated file, placing himself right in front of The Room's entrance. He had his bat firmly in his hand and his cloak secured around himself. His blue eyes, hard to look at because of how bright they were, scanned the area as he made his way forward.
Ghost Batter was protesting in his mind, but he's learned to ignore the other quite well. Nothing was stopping him from taking down this woman who's hurt so many. Michael was out to kill, and he wouldn't stop until it was finished. He's killed a Queen once, why wouldn't he be able to do it again?
Moving along the halls, he followed the trace of the woman's code, knowing he was going to see her soon. Opening the final door, grinding his teeth as he felt her signal was at it's strongest point, he stared inside, glaring at the woman who was culprit for corruption.
"The Queen. I wish I was here on good terms, but I'm afraid that's not the case." His voice was laced with hate and anger, the grip on his bat tightening.