slenderwave:

mightymegatron:

Bellator’s grip on his sword tightens. 

What task am I called for now, Messenger? I have not been paid tribute, and my blade thirsts. Who dares ask for me?

He follows after the Faceless One, regardless of his agitation. Ruthless though he may be, he is not one to shirk his duties to those in his realm of influence.

Patience.  All in due time.

Be they tributes, answers, or other, more interesting items.

As with Amica, he takes care to ensure that Bellator does not stray while they travel between places best left forgotten and through shadows containing things they would be wise not to wake.  In his opinion, there is little good to be found in any of it, and most of what does exist presently awaits their arrival.

Which is right about… now.

The Faceless One gestures for Bellator to step forward and address the chained heap before them, staff glowing with its usual rainbow light.

Glancing from his guide to the chained mech, Bellator scowls. He has only heard of this creature, and knows very little of the ordeal that caused him to be restrained here. The giant steps forward, standing tall before the captive. He sinks his sword into the ground before him, resting both hands upon its hilt.

Bound One. Behold Bellator; your call has been answered. Speak your desire.