Gaige raised their sickle into the fetid air of the undercroft and pressed the activation stud with a caress of their thumb. Brilliant, incandescent light sheathed the onyx blade in an aurora of bleeding colors that seeped down it's length and flowed over their gloved fingers like wisps of mist after rainfall.
The sickle hummed with new vitality as Gaige twirled it in their grasp and pointed it before them and toward the man with a toothy grin and blood soaked eyes. The man did not flinch at having the weapon pointed at him and he did not cease grinning as his finger carefully circled the activation stud of sword at his hip.
"Dangerous to point that thing where it shouldn't be pointed. Dieter catches wind of this and you'll have more than just my scavenging ass to deal with, poking the edges of that junk collection of yours." He said, a hint of a thaleesian accent making the words sound harsh and edged much to inflect a gravity to them.
"Dieter. Bites. Dust." Gaige said slowly and weighted the word with an inflection of their own. This caused the man to take pause. His finger moved off the activation stud. His breathing stilted. His eyes looked away from them then back ever so minutely.
"Liar." He inflected back, but the venom was lost.
Gaige smiled slowly and titled their head to the side a bit as if to imply it was curious that the man didn't know. The sickle remained before them, edge dripping now with prismatic droplets of light that stained the air as they fell. It was hungry now for more Font and with such a resource being abundant but rightfully allocated frugally, the quickest way to gain excess was to break apart other Font touched items.
"Sword and you get to see for yourself," Gaige said lowering the sickle to aim it at the man's hip, "Otherwise, you'll be silenced and left down here forgotten. Can't really say I'd be surprised with either outcome. I've done much worse to enemies of the Cohort."
The man's eyes widened with clarity. The gears were turning. Connections made.
"Your choice," He said, his tension dropping and the grip on the sword tightening ever so slightly, "Seems I'm... a dead man either way..."
There was a tremble to him now. The sickle tugged forward.
Before either could react and the sickle had a chance to feast, a whistle filled the undercroft with the sudden pressure of displaced air. Gaige felt pins and needles all along their back and the hairs on their arm stood with laced static. The projectile remained unseen but it's trajectory and it's damage was all visible in a fine trail of prismatic light.
The man's head imploded as a fine, needle like round entered just below his left nostril and bored through the flesh with loving ease only to collapse in on itself and take the flesh, bone, and sinew with it in a grisly pop of gore. His body crumpled with the sudden disappearance of his coherency did not so much as twitch and stutter.
Gaige now aware that the man was quite dead, turned about and followed the prismatic trail back to the weapon it that fired it all the way across the undercroft at the stairway that lead up to the crypts upperstories.
They rolled their eyes and twirled the sickle before clasping it to their belt, "Niros... I wasn't in danger!"
"Sorry, Harrowheart! You were taking too long." Grinned the Tenebrae known as Niros.