Watcher steps out from behind the pillar, silent as the others discuss what should be done.

"Pointless," he mutters as he stares at the corpses, angry at the situation. "These deaths were pointless." Deep down, he knows what he has to do. His eyes transfixed on the unconscious terrestrial, he walks slowly over; his unsheathed blade still gripped tightly in his hand.

"You find death preferable? Then allow me to oblige. he mutters once more, readying his blade to put an end to the warrior once and for all.