The dragoness grimaced derisively at the fanatical ravings, having no use for they way they never really answered her questions. She would agree that there was something to be said for righteous anger and the purity of the flame, how could she not?, but she was in no mood to tell this one so. She did not like the look in his eyes at all, nor that stiffening of his prostrate form, nor the way he struggled and bled when she hadn't done anything to damage him that much, yet.
The bone-snapping lurch of Slayne's upper body as he bared his squared human teeth against her dirt, blood, and urine-covered talons almost seemed to happen in slow motion as she watched, so unexpected was it. All it did was pinch harshly, but the madness of it and the evil little cackle earned a vicious kick, deep lines cutting across his face as she pressed in.
"Xsio!" she cursed in her native tongue, a spark of flame billowing from her snout as the flung the hatchet away to spark as it struck a stone wall. "Foolish! I would have let you live, but now you have killed yourssself!" She had too much experience tearing carcasses apart to think that, even with her help, he'd survive now. Not that she had much of a reason to, especially now that she felt like there was someone else staring out at her from behind his eyes.
Her claws dug into his collarbone and she hoisted his broken body up. She snapped her maw under his chin to tear out his throat and put him out of his misery. The hot tang of his blood blossomed over her tongue and she had to throw Slayne's body down to keep herself from feeding on his remains. The sour stench of urine helped in overcoming the temptation.
She growled to herself as she surveryed her handiwork and then set about looting the bodies for anything of value or interest, especially when it came to identifying them or their cult. The hatchet and the sabre she recovered, tucking them in her belt.