“Your cooperation is appreciated.” Syn turns back to the man who feebly cradles his broken arm, white shards of bone jutting out where it was nearly severed. He yelps at her icy gaze, big beads of sweat rolling down his face as he scoots back.
One second, and she’s right beside him, the heel of her boot set against the back of his neck.
“W-Wait, don’t–” His tone is pleading, bordering on imploring – does he think that she’s going to just let him walk away? Not a chance. She punts the spot between his neck and spine. With just an ounce of her strength the bones are easily crushed; the force of impact and sudden loss of consciousness makes him flop forward, his forehead clicking against the floor. A puffy red welt marks the spot where her little kick hit.
The mercenary turns to Zeki after getting a grip on her lifeless target.
“I crushed the point where his neck and skull conjoin. Less messy that way.” She pauses, then says, “And thanks again for letting me kill him. Small job, this guy. I was not expecting him to mask his scent so efficiently, which allowed him to enter your building.” A glance around, then an affirmative nod – mostly to herself. Nothing was broken or stolen during the altercation, thankfully. "Hybrids are tricky ones like that, y’know. You can never be too sure what they’ll do or what they’re fully capable of until you push ‘em into a corner.”
Despite all that just happened before her eyes, she seemed disinterested in what was going on. The only thing that kept her attention was the dark haired mercenary and her movements. Quietly pleased that how little of a mess was left in the aftermath. Once attention was turned to her, the Baxteark finally set her feet back on the ground, only a soft click of the heels of her shoes could be heard.
She wasn’t so educated about the beings of this planet or what they could be capable of at the moment. Which is why she must educate herself more, in case something else sneak their way past her security once again. Though it wasn’t present on her face, she couldn’t help but embarrassed due to the possibility of this now dead target being dangerous to those she’s meant to protect.
When she first found him wandering around the premise she was unsure of how to take him. He was injured and look relatively pitiful, knowing her younger sister’s compassion to care for others she felt some guilt if she tossed him out without seeing about his injuries. However, it was informed he was a target all of those thoughts vanished completely.
“Thank you, for both not causing harm to my base and informing me of his kind. I’ll have to tighten security of my premises more than expected.” Always the polite, formal in situations like this. “Please wait a moment, I know you will rewarded for your work either way but I wish to give something.” When she thinks of the possible dangerous her project members, which consisted of most of family could have been she felt as a personal reward as necessary. Digging in her utility belt until she took out a valuable blue gem.
“Here, this should have quite some worth if you sell it.”
