[Karl doubts the boy woul have an advantage, whether aboveground or below. He's made - is notorious - for kills in open air. Smiling, he leads Serrure out of the Market. But he's already decided to cut the tour short. He doesn't use the stereotypical conversation to buy time. Doesn't skulk in, or lure the boy into a dark alley.]
[Instead, in a blurred movement, he flashsteps toward Serrure. One hand elongating and darkening into a scaly green claw. He wraps it viciously tight around the boy's face, muffling any would-be scream. Warning, with just the grip, how easily he could crush his skull.]
[And, eyes glowing red, he vanishes off the street. Serrure in tow.]
[The Warehouse is a good place for devouring his victim.]
Action!
[Instead, in a blurred movement, he flashsteps toward Serrure. One hand elongating and darkening into a scaly green claw. He wraps it viciously tight around the boy's face, muffling any would-be scream. Warning, with just the grip, how easily he could crush his skull.]
[And, eyes glowing red, he vanishes off the street. Serrure in tow.]
[The Warehouse is a good place for devouring his victim.]