Re: Slay.
Troy's eyes squeezed shut tight for a few seconds, and he missed most of what Orrin had said. When he reopened his eyes, he clenched his jaw right. "Julian," he said, not moving. "He's a student from Earth..." Troy turned his head, then, and looked off into the trees to give his eyes a quick break from staring directly at the carcass. His emotional state was probably enough to tip them off, but he reached out to Jimmy and Zap anyway, calling to them via their link. "I just tried to get word to Eva," the Native explained to the centaur, politely using lingo he'd understand. He motioned to his head to reiterate, then drew out his bow with nervous energy. It came back to him, then: "It does not look like he has been dead for long." No, he hadn't been dead for long. Whatever had dumped him here had done just that. His eyes had scanned the surrounding area. It was a biped, and it had dragged Hellion to this spot, almost out to the edge of Asgard itself.
Troy moved forward but avoided touching the body, then began to examine the area more closely. "Someone did this." As opposed to something. He squatted and looked off in the direction the trail to the body led into the wilderness. "Fuck."