At the mention of the Sufferer and a victory, her teeth grinded against one another with an awful sound, coupled with the unmistakable sound of knuckles cracking. Dead. Of course. No doubt exactly the way she would have ended up, were it not for the rescue.

Again, Condesce doesn't look up, instead trying to force her hands to be gentle on her own wounds in the midst of the sudden wave of fury. It was difficult, to say the least.

"Fascinating," she finally managed, in the form of a hiss.