The Heartwood man was born to sin, set him free and he will be a sinner

Her attack is swift and clean, silent as she sweeps his feet from under him and sends him crashing to the ground under an unholy fury of fang and claw. Yet, aside from the mild shock of how abrupt the attack was, he remained far too unfazed than one should under the circumstance. Perhaps it was because he had spent too long acknowleding and accepting his doomed mortality and the simplicity of it, to the point where her attack did not do anything to suprise him. He did not fear death as death itself decended upon him, and perhaps that was what caused him to disagree with the notion that he should go without a fight, as if he had stood for nothing this whole time. Vaati was innocent of anything besides doing what he had brought into the world being; a son of a titan and an enchantress combined. How was his genes not a recipe for utter chaos and disaster in itself? He had been taught to accept the notion of killing since the moment he could comprehend it, and yet he was still told to be held accountable and be punished for the mere task of attempting to kill when he was still a child without a cause? The instinct to do so was bred and born into his very being, and to be told to apologize for it was an insult of the highest degree. Vaati would bend the knee for none, and as he lays under the fury of the Cerberus, the realization that he would die without honour very soon begins to sink in. It was a wonder he had time to consider these facts as Hydra tore into his skin, and yet another wonder as he was able to accept the delayed response of an adrenaline rush kicking into his system. Pulling himself from under her wrath, he returns with a fury of his own to the fight over the rights of his life, turning to her withas much defiance as he could muster with a look to say as if: Is that all you've got? He was a villian indeed, as Hydra believed. But he had never claimed to be otherwise. Releasing a lethal snarl, he returns the gesture and launches himself at the tender area of her neck, his intent to kill evident as he does not bother with tiring her out first. Perhaps he would die at her hands that day, but he would not make it easy for her.