Gladiux only listened to her as she continued to comment. With the words she continued to say, he seemed to grow more attached to her. Now, this wasn't an attachment of fondness or affection, no. This was a recognition that, that perhaps she was more than just Vampire. That she be a good human as well. He would have to ponder that. But yet, another emotion came up. One that made him hope she would show up in his future adventures.
And as he stared to the skull, he grew silent, trotting his way towards the skull. Dropping off of his horse, his feet wandered to the half-dug skull, his foot firmly planted upon the back ridge of the skull, launching it forward. The skull tore through the dirt, as it regularly would, and let it rest upon a flat area of land. Hopping back onto his horse, he found a new energy, a fast pace to the hill he found that reached the moon the closest. And from there, his own little presentation began.
Athok launched himself into the air. Well, his front legs, as they trotted in the air with a powerful neigh echoing the night. Gladiux unsheathed his sword, eyes ablaze with rage and hatred meeting with his blade, which suddenly glowed red. A sudden swipe let off a blast of energy into the air that faded a few milliseconds afterwards, and with that, the horse disappeared. Only upon another day would these two meet again, if such an event occurred.
