Glancing over his shoulder at Sucogu, Echelon's face showed dark approval.
"This one knows me," he said. "You would do well to heed his words."
Then Ignitus gave a laugh, and spoke in a term of imperious defiance.
"And I don't think you realize that you're messing with someone in charge of an entire empire, hundreds of thousands of troops at my command. If either of us goes missing, they will find you. And when they do, you're screwed. So I suggest you let us be on our way, because execution methods in Torren are very, very painful, especially for screwing with the Emperor and a general."
Echelon was silent for a moments.
And then he truly laughed. Black lips stretched back over teeth that were just a little too sharp for comfort, eyebrows forming a malign 'V' above blazing eyes. The Necromancer's laughter was baritone cackle of scorn and malice. It wasn't often that Echelon laughed - and it wasn't comforting when he did.
"Even if I had heard of your 'Torren'," he said, lips still drawn back in a grin of black mirth, "I doubt I'd be any more impressed, you arrogant, posturing, insect."
He raised his right arm, which had previously been in shadow, revealing six shards of silver metal that were magnetically attached to his forearm - the remainder of the large quantity Karemo had created. Elegantly, as though lifted on invisible strings by a master puppeteer, they rose from his arm and hovered, glinting, above his outstretched palm, razor-sharp.
"You think you know of pain?" he said, the tips of the shards swivelling until the all pointed directly at Ignitus' throat. "You know nothing of pain. But I would be more than happy to educate you!"
As he spat his last words, the metal shards suddenly changed their directions and darted out in various angles, swift as a swarm of metal wasps, their deadly paths converging on one spot: the location of the Toa of Fire.