"You," he pointed with an immortal sensibility, "bring me too much work. And I suppose this pointless circle was your idea?"
Eric and Pam could smell him before they could see him. She placed a hand on her maker's shoulder as they stared out the door for the figure to appear out of the darkness. The body walked with a sense of purpose and power though the flesh hanging from the bone looked weak and purposeless. He hit the ward and bounced of the flash of purple. Masaka laughed. "How delightful. Send him out and we'll be done. Yes?"