Had she referred to him as her 'angel'? Her 'love'? A sudden chill went down his spine at the concept before he managed to reign in his sudden fear at the idea of her stalking him due to some love for him or something. She seemed to be talking to someone. Someone who wasn't here at that. Had she gone truly mad? Did she have an imaginary friend that she sacrificed people to as she took in the euphoric bliss of their torturous cries? He did not know and frankly it did not matter. Her ice golems tromped down the hallway toward the group of people she was going to slaughter and her voice rang out, taunting at the man whom he had thrown the torn out jaw to. Her voice carried throughout the corridors, echoing off of the walls as she spoke. Telling the man that if he passed the macabre game piece to another he might live a little longer. Of course Tamwyn and Sayuri both knew that none of them would leave alive. However these bandits didn't know that. They began a frantic game of hot potato, causing a massive scene and Tamwyn would pause to watch it happen for a time.
Then one of those very same bandits would reach her, and put a knife to her throat. He was desperate, his eyes wild and crazed as he told the pale haired man to let them go or he'd kill her. Sayuri however would just look at Tamwyn with eyes of lust and insanity, a wicked smile on her features as she asked him if he was going to let him kill her. As she spoke she would slowly trail an ice claw up toward her throat. Her voice was a promise of more pleasure if he answered correctly. She seemed to be looking forward to the idea of being taken once more and he felt his chest heave with a deep breath and a sigh. Upon the exhalation he would move, and activate his lightning release armor at the same instant. To Sayuri's and the bandits eyes he would simply disappear. His blonde teammate would be staring at him with eyes full of carnal desire one moment, and then he would be gone.
In the same instant a geyser of blood would explode next to her head. The bandit was tall enough that Sayuri's head was chest level with the man and he had held her near his right pectoral muscle. That made his heart an easy target for Tamwyn and when he appeared behind the man he plunged his arm through the man's chest. He grabbed the beating organ and continued the plunge and his arm ended up through and through the man. A massive fountain of blood exploding from his chest. The heart within Tamwyn's hands would still beat a few more times before it finally stopped. He felt the organ there, it's last few rhythmic beats would probably be akin to a bass drum next to Sayuri's ear. With a contemptuous motion he would throw the body aside, keeping hold of the heart with his left hand as he placed his right upon Sayuri's shoulder.
He would throw the heart at one of the frenzied men and he'd catch it with a similarly wild eyed look before adding it to the hot potato game. Tamwyn however would be paying attention to something else. It had become quite clear before that Sayuri had an intense love of feeling and causing pain. It seemed to cause a reaction akin to a euphoric high regardless of if she dealt or received that pain. Tamwyn, with his unique talents in lightning, was therefore in an interesting situation with an experiment to try. So, while he had his right hand upon her shoulder, he would first speak, his words almost calm. "No, I'm not going to let him kill you.." He would say before he would activate a low level raiton technique. Nothing that would kill her or cause actual damage. However lightning would course through her body and as a result set off every, single nerve ending at the exact same time. If he could give her this, make her want it more, need it more, perhaps he could gain a semblance of control over her.
As he held the technique he would speak, his mouth right next to her ear as he spoke to her, letting his hot breath trail down her ear canal to cause a teasing, tickling sensation. "This sensation is yours, and I can add it to the pleasure of our intimacy if you want..However I don't want an audience this time..So in order for us to enjoy ourselves.." He would pause there, ending the technique and suddenly stopping the pain Sayuri would've been feeling. "We have to finish exterminating the vermin.." He would say, trailing off and dangling the carrot in front of her. He was effectively winding her up, pointing her, and letting go. He wanted this killing, this slaughter to end already. Wanted to kill them and their leader. However a savage, primal part of him wanted her again, more than anything else and he had to fight himself to keep from laying claim upon her then and there. Now though, he wanted to see if his attempt at manipulation of the woman would work.
A thought occurred to him however. If she knew she could get that sensation from him, provided it was indeed as intense and enjoyable for her as he thought. What would she do then? Would she take him then and there regardless of his stipulations? Would she want to take him home with her? Would she want to keep enjoying each other until she passed out cold, unable to continue? He honestly didn't know, and yet he knew he was about to find out and the very idea of it was mildly terrifying. However he kept his composure and watched her silently. Watched her naked, lithe, nubile form for any movements. Watched her facial expressions, especially during the use of the lightning technique and when he took it away. Watched her unbraided hair, now tangled and blood soaked. He felt the surge of desire to grip that hair, pull her backwards and kiss her, before letting it escalate further. He felt his blood pumping from the excitement of both the killing and the sex afterwards. All he would wait on was for her to give a sign that the games were over. Once she gave it, he would hit it like a wrecking ball.