The silver Praetor listened with a bored expression on his face. He spoke too long and Shadow was in a mood to kill him right there and now, he had no use for stupid spies, he was a spy himself, he didn't need other wolves to do his own job. "I am a recon. I seek what it is my leader desires, gathering all intel, with a career of never being caught. My stealth is flawless. My reports I bring back are word for word, no errors in any sentence, no matter how short or long. "
Now he had even more reason to kill this shitty Russian barbarian. "I am an assassin. If directed to a target, I will not sleep, eat, or return alive, until my mission is complete. That is my blood bound oath, the very chord that binds my words to my very being." He had spoken for more than ten seconds now and the Imperator was in no mood to listen to the barbarian's shit. "Shut up," he snarled, cutting him off in mid-sentence."You have spoken and I have listened but the shit you are saying will not do you any good."
A dangerous smirk graced his features as he spoke in an ice cold tone, "I do not need a pathetic spy or assassin. I am one myself and I don't need a barbarian doing my job, thank you very much. Your work means nothing to me."
"Now get up, barbarian and keep your tail tucked between your legs and that damned head of yours lowered."