She seemed to pause at his words for a moment, although he wouldn't be able to tell why. Her eyes would narrow, and travel down before moving up his form, slowly. Her crystalline blue eyes would stop at his waist for a time before continuing to move up his form, eventually resting her eyes upon his. As she brought her gaze to his she would almost sensually lick the blood from her fingers, sighing in delight as she she did so and cause him to inhale sharply. His eyes would close for a moment before opening again. His piercing yellow eyes, like that of a predator, meeting her sapphire ones filled with insanity. Once the next epoch started, she lowered her hands from her lips, slowly trailing them down her her neck to rest over her heart before speaking a single word 'Princess'. It would seem that was the word that had given her pause and he tiled his own head in curiosity for a moment, and eyebrow raised in confusion. "No? Queen then?" He would ask, his curiosity, and his desire rising.
She was doing this on purpose he knew. He could see it in her eyes, her slow, languid motions that were designed to drive him crazy once he had already gotten to this state. Clenching his hands he'd take a single step toward her, just one, before clenching his teeth and forcing down his own personal wants. Her gaze after that point would look almost through him, as if he were seeing someone else. Her words would echo through his mind 'I want you to help.' He knew what she meant. She didn't mean she wanted him to kill, she meant she wanted him to torture. To cause pain and misery. She wanted him to bring suffering to his targets for her enjoyment. Perhaps, perhaps if she got to enjoy herself, he would too? It was worth a shot, these people were going to die anyway. The moment they had been targeted for this mission. What did it matter if their suffering was prolonged or not? If he was in the right frame of mind, then he might have been able to answer that question.
Her words, gentle, sweet words, that came from grinning lips stained ruby red with blood, would comment on his hat. To which he would motion downward, not unintentionally, toward his lower body which was covered in blood and gore of it's own. "Then it will match me when I take it back from you." He would say simply, his own grin on his features as his yellow predators eyes seemed to glow with an eerie brilliance. Within a moment a thousand little things would change at once in his demeanor. His posture, his bearing, the glint in his eyes, his center of gravity. It would all scream of a man intending to kill, intending to cause pain. She would turn toward the men and women who were destined to die and motion for her constructs of ice to move toward them. She would walk, stopping ten meters from the men and women, completely unprotected from them. While the constructs moved to restrain the three in the doorway, she would turn her head toward him as if to speak.
That was when one of them struck. The woman pulled out a knife and flung it toward Sayuri, the end spinning end over end. It would've glinted if the sun had been out. The blonde girls features would be turned entirely toward Tamwyn, but she wouldn't see him there any longer. For before the word 'coming' had managed to come out of seraphic features he would be in front of her, the knife impacting tip first into his right shoulder. His body crackled with electricity and his hair stood on end. His companion would only be able to see his back at that point as the guardians of the girl finally reached their destination and did their work. The men and woman squirming to get out as they had been caught during their moment of shock at his sudden arrival. One moment, he'd been standing a good distance away. The next, he was in front of the blonde girl, acting as a shield. Tamwyn would turn toward his sapphire eyed companion, looking down at her before looking over at the knife sticking out of his shoulder. Then he would turn back to her before wordlessly reaching up to the knife, and removing it. It had to be high quality indeed to pierce his flesh while using his Lightning Release Armor. Then he would deposit the knife into Sayuri's hand, slowly, gently, wrapping each of her slender fingers around the hilt before bringing a single finger up to rest upon her chin. His blood soaked digits leaving the knife handle and, if her chin had even been bare, her chin, bloody. "Save that one for me, if you don't mind. I want her to hear what happens to her friends first." He would say before turning, his hair no longer standing on end but his eyes still very much glowing an angry yellow.
Blood slowly poured from the wound on his shoulder, but it wouldn't be a lethal amount. He wasn't worried about that, right now he intended to hear their screams. Moving past the guardians and into the keep, he'd grab one of the non captive bandits and immediately use Transference. Immediately electricity arced through the man's body and he screamed as the arcs of lightning lanced off his body. It took a minute, but when Tamwyn was done the man was charred black, his skin was cracked and his eyes were destroyed, the fluids in them having been rapidly evaporated by the arcs of lightning. The man's screams as it happened echoed through the keep and Tamwyn dropped his smoking corpse before looking at six more and motioning them out into the courtyard. He wanted this to be easily visible. "Out, or I do a repeat performance, only slower." He would say simply, prompting them to shakily move outside.
They would move past Sayuri if she was still standing there and wait in the courtyard, in plain view of all. Then Tamwyn would slowly stalk over to them, his eyes alight with power as electrical currents arced up and down his body. "Good, good, now scream..." He would say before simply using the Lightning Strike jutsu. It was a C rank technique, weak in comparison to his other techniques. But it would prolong their pain tremendously. The current would split off into six arcing bolts of electricity that hit each and every one of them. Their screams of pain would cry out, echoing across the keep as Tamwyn kept up the technique. Minutes, endless minutes for them went by as their screams reached entirely new definitions of pain. The six cries of agony echoed across the mountains, creating a never ending chorus of misery when they were forced to agonizingly stop for breath. Eventually, Tamwyn would stop and wait, letting them have a moment or two, breathing heavily, sweat, pouring down their faces as they groaned, cried, and begged.
After a few moments Tamwyn would continue the technique, firing arcing currents of electricity into their system again, the bolts could be visibly seen coursing through their body as their screams continued. Eventually, something broke in them, their screams took on a new sound before one, through sheer madness induced pain, grabbed his knife and stabbed one of his comrades in the eye. His screams never ending as he did. Another would grasp their knife as well as would another. Soon all five remaining bandits would have their knives in their hands and they would begin stabbing into one another in pain induced madness before only one remained a bleeding, screaming mess on the ground. Tamwyn would let up on the jutsu then. The arcing bolts of electricity stopping as the woman who had won breathed the sweet breathes of relief. Her body spasmed once or twice before settling down. "Stand." Tamwyn would say, prompting her to slowly get to her feet, she stumbled once, and looked to him. He would simply motion toward the front of the keep. "You win, go, be free." He would say simply, his voice calm, cool, it was as if he was talking about the weather. Not freeing someone after he tortured her and her comrades until their killed each other.
The woman would look at him with madness in her eyes and she would run, fleeing toward the exit as quickly as she could. She could do that, she could run from these monsters still. She stumbled, her legs spasming in pain still. Her body was covered in electrical burns, she was scarred, disfigured, and her clothes were half burned off. But she was free. Tamwyn however, picked up a knife from one of the corpses. Took careful aim, and threw it toward the woman. It spun, end over end in the air, as silent as death itself before thunking solidly into the woman's back, she would fall forward. Her breathing slowing as she began to crawl, moans of agony reaching them as she crawled for her freedom until the last moment before finally falling still. The pale haired, blood covered man would turn back toward Sayuri now, his piercing yellow eyes landing on her. Blood still came from his wound in the shoulder as he moved toward her before he was standing over her, towering over her. His breath coming out and crystallizing in the air due to the cold. He'd look down at her sapphire eyes before moving them toward the woman that had thrown the knife originally. The woman who he had told Sayuri to save for him. She looked at him in abject terror, shaking in her confines as she wept uncontrollable tears.